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Deadly Nightshade

As sure as the north wind blows
Black lights shine on secret shows
Great and full of forbidden fruits
A wormwood to deadly nightshade
Collecting fleshly due �til all is paid

Conceived in a place furthest from hope
Ecstasy and torment are one and the same
Where lovers swing from the rope
A place where seraphim and the fallen are all game

She comes at the height of nightmares
Like a deathly black widow creeping from her lair
She comes to feed on fresh meat
Nightshade mates with the strong and devours the weak

They sing her song
In screams and moans
A serpent set to strike
In lonely beds

The chrysalis
Has sealed her kiss
In a womb of roses
Withered and dead

Royal palaces welcome her
As a vengeful queen of the dead and the dying
Draped in leathers and black fur
She scorns kings of men and revels in their crying

What to do? To summon her to me?
A gift of blood and thunder and of wolf�s bane
The desert rose beckons thee
I am the wormwood to her deadly nightshade

She comes to me
I�m on my knees
Whispering secret sins
With chill caress

And then she kissed
The crucifix
And ran her tongue across
Christ�s heaving chest

Gravestone rubbings
Reveal her name
Make a wish for the list
Of the names of the slain

It�s not over
This October
When phantom lanterns speak
Of rising dead

Beneath full moons
Impending doom
Cold nights of misting breath
I�m seeing red

When lightning strikes
Her silhouette
Grasping hands will demand
Meat floors met and left wet

When daylight dies
Between her thighs
She consumes the living
And tombs are laid

She is at least
The crimson beast
I�m wormwood and she�s the
Deadly nightshade

Dare to whisper
Her name in haunted moors
On your own head
May the dead
Rise as the rain pours
In crimson sheets