Moonlight strings ae dancing, a violin spectrum upon the twilight mirage

As shades in the specular surface, music surge, the ocean of night

Flickering stardust in rapture, tones of midwinter drama

Unwritten notes-cosmic sparks-painted within the fluid waves of dark

Requiem-or an astral salute to her birth



From the sky an angel falls, in radient white luminescence

Thorny arms ebraces her, in thirsty claws ensnared

Entangled by her web of pleased, enswathed-in a womb-cocooned

Emacialet-drained her blood-shivering-convulsive



The holy Virgin-Mary-Demonica



Melamorphosis-within chrysalid sleep, Slumbering in dreamlands of the deep

Her broken wings of innocence, now raven-feathered

From grace to black, the plague divine, Her holiness succumb to dark



The dark within her sacred heart-redeemed, bursted through her shell of purity

Blood from angels tearing flesh to weep

From Celestial hights pours streaming down death's sleep

By blood reborn-ascending from the tomb-in darkly splendor

A tiara of stars pon the canopy realm-her spanles wings



And so she raise, as a dragon ebony-veiled

With ruby eyes, like embers beneath(*) her crown of sacramental spine.

Baptized in blood, a hidden smile behind Medusas mask

In a Danse Macabre, furies by her side.

Her shadow, the dark horizon before my eyes, as black as night

Goddes of plague and blight-Demonica...



"My breath of frost to petrify, to drench thee into slumber

In dreams kept in captivity, now free to inverse the throes".

Demonica-like poetry-thy voice within my slumber

Erotica and endless dreams, like plague to pierce my heart

The maidens web, as a deadly sheet

I lay my head upon her knees-to sleep

In dreams like beams of moonlight streams-her voice infest my rest-acapo