Thy throne is a mauve afterglow,
Spilt by murdered sunset blood.
At the livid lucid concave

Like a Queen ascending thou...

Lapped in icy train

Of predatory stars,
Flood nocturne with thy
Pallid shining Entrance


The beautiful Goddess
With cult so venerated,

Hark to shriving ones' whisper
And sacrilege creating...


Double-faced deity,
One for all of us,
In wan mirrors reflecting

And in wood sombre gulls

Amidst moribund wreathes

Of melissa and rues,
Ominous nenuphars
With thy spells us bestow.


Worship the somnolent
Visage of thine,

The cadaveric beauty
Whelming necrophiles' mind.


Like an austere Norn
Spinning our fates' yarn...
Fiat demens lux tua

'Neath gonfalons of Dark!