Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still

A burial site

The gateway creaks

I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks
The clock strikes twelve


Ancient ground
And mossy rocks

A smell unsound
A grave unlocks


Oldest sin...
Palest skin...
Ageless grin...

... death!

Ruthless Lust

Without disgust
Dirt and dust
A romance with the grave


The fog lies thick
And moon does rise

Her antique chique
Glares in my eyes


A first shy kiss
And silent moans
In the abyss

The coffin groans

In close embrace

Desires deep
And for her grace
In joy I weep


Oldest sin...
Palest skin...

Ageless grin...
... death!


Ruthless Lust
Without disgust
Dirt and dust

A romance with the grave