Death and the Maiden

I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We'll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I'm lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I've won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter's bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I'm lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I've won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I've slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I'm a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow's earth To embed her as my bride This wond'rous light of life That right the wrongs I've bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know