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Devilment

I found her dead in the forest
Surrounded by headstones
Whispering names of the dead
Head resting on pillows of snow
On a bed of fallen leaves
Underneath the howling moon

She's a tortured sleeping beauty
Hexed by a witchcraft spell
Trapped between the past and now
But I caress the cold dead flesh
Place a rose on her breast
And leave a kiss on her brow

In pentagrams
Wretched with flame
The candles sputter
With the sheep's blood
Ancient rites
My heart, it flutters

This merriment
Of devilment
Kill the innocent
The sacrament
Of devilment
Is so passionate

At last, she takes a bated breath
Then she opens her eyes
Then she sees her Prince Charming
But I see a flash of red hate
In eyes of pure blue skies
The contempt in alarming

In pentagrams
Wretched with flame
In different seasons
With the sheep's blood
Ancient rites
My heart, it seizes

Is she enthralled by witch's curse
Or maybe the devil
In the flesh of a goddess?
The stories never tell of this
Ending with the maw
Giving me the monster's kiss

Draped in spider webs under moons
Spying with its contempt
The cemetery whispers
Her name, glazed with those long dead things
The demons in shadows
Praise her in secret vespers

The merriment
Of devilment
Blood of innocent
The sacrament
Of devilment
Is so passionate