Under Huntress Moon

With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I've stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul!