Astraea (You, Who Art the Flame)

Unrivaled in her black beauty, across the cosmos so wide A gaze so lustrous as the golden stars in the sky She rules the thunder of Nebulae vast across the night- The everlasting microcosmos, the galaxies beheld by deified eyes She is of the stars, so beautiful to behold Her eyes have a luster more brilliant than gold Such is she, of the stars who illuminate My morning star that rises beyond celestial gate No beauty dare rival her through the annals of time Dark beauty of witchcraft and black magical sign Under the monolith covered by mountain winds I kiss her astral lips and revel in pagan sin I feel her lips against my own I die in joy as I crumble like stone Drawn down moon sky-clad and full A wish granted, and she, my enchantress, fierce as the raging bull She is dark as the autumn night Usurper of the dawn and dethroner of light Fearsome like the sword's shadow Eyes glare coldly like December snow She is the apotheosis of wolves Summoner of twilight and necromantic souls She rides the flame, in Lord Satan's name The stars are hers; she is Astraea More beautiful than the hyperborean aurora.