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Hosannas in Extremis |
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Invading tempestuous skies |
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When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose |
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And Narcissus' fate as their prize |
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Blinded by Diana's mirror |
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Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn |
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And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive |
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The horrors performed on Her shores |
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As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons |
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Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp |
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Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind |
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Now inspires Catharsis to dance |
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Through the weave of white vaults |
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Where the shadows revolt |
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At the incest of spiritual love |
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Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts |
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Spatter virginal breasts with their blood |
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The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe |
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(Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon |
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Who seems no mistress of Herself |
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And heavens pour forth vast casualties |
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Thy host given up for me |
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Thou which wert once and then ceased to be |
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Art now ensconced to chapters |
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Of a lengthening tragedy |
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Whilst we scream free |
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Deep forests impale the sinister mist |
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Their sorcery taught to the clouds |
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Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish |
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To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds |
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Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl |
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As Psyche to Sapphic lament |
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Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses |
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Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death |
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'Desires |
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I was loath to lose |
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To the virgin-bloodied priests |
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Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene |
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And sought to savour Her as beast |
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Her aching sex |
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A rose undone |
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As mine in tears and spasms wrung' |
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Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone |
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Has built thee a marbled stair |
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By candlelight to Eden and a Serpentine throne |
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Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there |
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Hurry, else Death may spy us here |
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And quicken the pulse of dawn |
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Embering flames writhe to life again |
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The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn |
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Huntress, draw back the silvered bow |
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Thy dogs set upon the manger |
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The enemy in throes... |
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Whilst drifting fogs devour |
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All Hallows witching hour |
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On this long, dark seance for the soul |
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Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves |
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Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged |
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Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid |
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Like fireflies plunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves |
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'Remember with pride what thou art |
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Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past' |
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When Dark royalties drank of despair |
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Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare |
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In thrall to revenges sworn there |
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What dreams could we father, when farther we fell |
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To nightmare... ? |
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'Well versed in misery |
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We have lain naked in darkest ravines |
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Now the sun has set in slumber. We delight |
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Like serpents in arousal |
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Coiled to strike at the light' |
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Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth |
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Uncloister jaded harlots once served |
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Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed |
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Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse |
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The laughter of Khaos |
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Gatekeepers flee the onslaught |
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A World enslaved to flame |
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Bondage in Phallustine |
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Pleasure temples for my bride |
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Nubian grace swiftly seize |
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Thieves blood-divine |
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Empires thrive on sacrifice |
