Snuffed tapers sighed

As Death left impressing

His crest of cold tears on the Countess



Benighted like ill-fated Usher

The house of Bathory shrouded

'Neath griefs dark facade



If only I could have wept

In mourning by her side

I would have clasped her so tight

Like storm-beached Aphrodite

Drowned on Kytheraen tides



And Kissed Her

For from her alone

My lips would have known

Egnimas of shadowy vistas



Ang fuck the red wine

death leave behind

when i have you

my candels , light...



Where pleasures took flesh

And pain, remorseless

Came freezing the breath

Of raucous life hushed unto whispers



Benighted



Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept

Through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept



Benighted



Exhaling the wail of black widowhoods toll

Waxing eternal night entered her soul