Nights came trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows
Playing torture chamber music allegretto
Conducting over throes trashed to crescendoSkinless the dark shall scream
Hoarse her symphoniesDeathmashed as the moon
That had lifted her dreams
And frowned on the winding steps down
To where the vulgar strayed
Taunting sick her tender prey
She glided in her bridal gownHow sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture
An emanation of phantom madness
The Countess beheld in shroud
By girls bereft of future vows
Soon to wed in white the frosted ground
Burning like a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, boundDeep red hissed the cat whips
On the whim of her ill-will
Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss
Flayed further songs of overkillHow weep the pure
Desire in violent overture
Oh, desire in violent overtureIn a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses
Pooled blood and broken dolls
A torchlit shadow theatre souled
With the echoed cries of lives she stole
Killing time
She struck the hours dead
In her control
Thus menopaused
Her clock of hacked out cunts
Began to tollThirteen chimes of ancient strain
I conjure forth with dirge
That fills the void with timbred pain
To fulfill my sexual urgeFrights came wailing from the dark side
Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes
Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber
Bespattered and appeased
As pregnant skies outside bore thunderHow sleep the pure
Desire in violent overture
Desire in violentAs when high winds
Attune whipped trees
Her savage nature pitched
Would once again conduct the pleas
Of those she loved to agoniesAs if it were
The first time every night
That she carved her seal
In the flesh of life