Weak midnight promises of love

Were wept upon Her grave

And shunned by stars above

In mortal life lurks my dismay

An Angel stole my heart

and Death took Her away



She sleeps beyond the grace of god

A dreaming beauty

If wishes could only fray that bond

The dead would sing for me...



Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice

A poet's serenade

Her name a whisper 'pon my lips

And lo, Rorasa came



"Fear me not my grieving King

Funereal in breath

The secrets of the dark I know

And thus, we shall cheat Death"



My promises wrought through despondence that night

Have delivered me gifts from the grave

Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life

Never a Devil so vain

The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost

And no heaven would silence the pain

Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost

Desire for warm blood again



Princess lay down thy florid cheek

In drunken splendour

Tonight rare regal fate has cast

The wolves among the sheep



Dark nature clasp my soul

Around Her throat mine arms enfold

To sleep, perchance to dream

And then...

To dusk and flesh ascend



The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies

and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide

>From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore

Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war

As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day

To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey



We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea

The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous

Eternity

Damnation

Salvation

Stigmata plague



The wine of Bacchus flows

Listen to the thunder rage



Deceivers dragged before their cross

I am He that vanquished Death

And bore the sting of loss

What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?

His temple, ruined, burns

And sweet Rorasa laughs



I am enamoured and imparadised

To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes

"I will crush them all

If this holds thy delight"

Rather dead forever than to lose her

Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite



June '94