SHE COMES ALIVE UNDER AUTUMN’S MOON

(PART NINE OF THE TRAGEDY OF THE GOD-CROSSED LOVERS)

Was she shat from the very bowels of hell
Where once one of holy power had fell?
Rusted like a sword neglected in water,
Just a little girl seeking pride from her father.
Sin could find her way into the mind of any man,
From the crashing waves to the burning sand.
Like a rotten bad apple, she always turns up
To turn the tide when fate is on the cusp.

Crimson flesh can seduce
Erotic stirrings induced.
Vinegar becomes sugar
Sin is such a looker,
Resistance becoming reduced.

Godless bounty of such flair
Of a horned succubus
With the smell of Sin in the air.
The taint of the passion
With my waves a-crashing
Faith can hardly compare.

Cool wind blows across the landscape,
Those whom are marked cannot escape,
The coming damnation of judgment,
All they can do is scream their lament.
She comes alive at dead-long night
Eyes flaming like Jack flickered lights,
Seeking to draw all into her hive,
Beneath Autumn’s moon Sin comes alive.

One such night, I felt a mind
Seeking for an escape.
With a shock, what to find
Was the will of God
Demented, and tormented
Dredged in insanity throughout time.

I promised Him peace and promised Him lies
For the pain to cease from my pity filled eyes.
Embraced Him with love and sprouted a fake verse
Then smite Him above with a serpent tongue curse.
And then on that night God lost his will
As Sin slowly moved in for the kill.
To be on Her father’s level she does strive,
Beneath Autumn’s moon Sin comes alive.

I long to watch as He’s on his knees
With a piece of celestial steel,
Lost to spells of necromancy,
And see immortal flesh part
Then the golden blood
Flows to pool at his feet.

With victory came pride,
For she took God for a ride,
Her hallowed sights
Within His holy light,
She relished in His cries.

In Fall’s chilled night, black cats screech
As the will of God is slowly leeched.
Death throes and gasping breath sighs
Rock the world from low to high.
Thunder rumbles and tsunamis crash
As if setting Mother Earth to lash.
Sin is sweet like candy but sharp like a knife,
Beneath Autumn’s moon Sin took God’s life.