Her scent comes to me
As the night breathes
Her countenance grave

A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb
open to the sky
So she sees and ever watches

The stars revolve and dance for her
A velvet dream of crimson revolt
The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me

I ascend... erotic misery

We are blood to the bloodless

We are honour to the honourless
and We are gods to the godless


The cruel day hurts my eyes... it is night I ever long for

If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus

I am all that has been and cannot refuse
As her smile has ushered in the night
So many countless times before

I hear a foot on the stair...
I turn and she is there.
With all the gifts of the grave to offer me


How can I refuse
A graven idol such as thee?