Her scent comes to me

As the night breathes

Her countenance grave

A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb

open to the sky

So she sees and ever watches

The stars revolve and dance for her

A velvet dream of crimson revolt

The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me

I ascend... erotic misery



We are blood to the bloodless

We are honour to the honourless

and We are gods to the godless



The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for



If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus

I am all that has been and cannot refuse

As her smile has ushered in the night

So many countless times before

I hear a foot on the stair...

I turn and she is there.

With all the gifts of the grave to offer me



How can I refuse

A graven idol such as thee