A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil's Whore)

Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature the gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their queen Infusing the air with her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry... In a pale azured dawn like ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure... Portrait of the dead countess Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?