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Dominatrix of the Dark
- Dominatrix of the Dark -
Sweet is the playful and serene dominatrix of the dark…
Oh dark maiden, take me my beloved in the infernal blood!
Lo! She cometh in the midst of the folds of black shadows,
And I do hear the demon angels calling, chanting: hark!
The flame of my heart cometh as a terrible and raging flood,
Which no power can stop, no cross can keep her will away.
So let us play, this eve, upon Hell’s fair crimson meadows…
Untouched by the restricting light of the hot, tyrannous day.
Behold! My dearest, in the mists of the grove, is clothed…
Though long hath it been, since there she was of old, lain.
I knew not that she was un-living when we were betrothed,
Long before, I myself was, in most diabolic manner, slain.
In the embrace of death, our perfect love was founded,
Praise: be to the Dark Powers for brining us thus together!
Let us couple in the flames, our unholy passion unbounded,
Then, we shall soar, lighter than an angel’s bright feather…
For a love so far, it is worth the cost of my immortal soul,
As any wouldst feel as I doth, at the wonders I have seen.
Who is to say what be too high and costly for love’s toll?
They have never beheld the glory of mine Immortal Queen!
She beckons, a temptress of such endless, undying charm,
And I follow her, even unto the Devil’s red eternal throne.
Our souls unite, in a chilling rapture that is so very warm…
Every pain of it a pleasure beyond all our flesh and bone!
Others like unto her pour forth out of the infernal Abyss,
Wanton in love, and lusting for mine eager, willing flesh…
We quench our hungers and thirsts in each vampiric kiss,
Upon each other’s blood, we are swiftly remade, afresh.
Our bodies writhe like serpents upon the soft, rich earth,
Limbs all entangled, entwined like unto a single mass…
Never hath such dark passions been given wanton birth,
And I always pray that the moment will not ever pass!
Soon, we do lose ourselves to the chaos of our ecstasy,
Tearing into each other, our rapture knowing no bounds.
The bites and scratches of love, I suffer ever blissfully…
As we writhe upon Hell’s supremely hallowed grounds.
We take our pleasures, boldly, losing ourselves in night,
Adrift upon the clouds that cling to the glowing moon…
So delicious is the wickedness of our sweet, sensual rite,
That the hunger returns to us, oft madly and very soon!
Hail to all the princesses and beautiful maidens of Hell,
Lilith, sweet Lilith, amongst them all thou art so divine…
Let every black cathedral, ring forth its’ mournful bell,
Until, in my love for thee, my heart doth sweetly pine!
No lusts, for us, are too exotic or too wildly extreme,
For we are the children of the Dragon’s unholy flame…
Our blood ever running hotter than a fiery lava stream,
Unquenchable beyond even the limits of mortal shame!
We violate all holiness within each other, that we find,
Content in our abandonment of any conventional joy…
Only the unearthly, will slake the thirsting, deep within.
Such a sweet corruption of spirit and also of the mind!
I am oft their willing plaything, their ever-wanton toy…
The games we play are of fiery, sublimely sensual sin.
No lusts, for our kind, are ever too wild or too exotic,
No pleasure too intense, nor any raptures too erotic…
The Fallen Ones’ chosen companions in exile are we,
And our exile, to the last we do suffer it always freely.
We may be our true selves in the warm infernal land,
As we take each other, downward, by a gentle hand.
Happy am I, amidst such beauty, in the endless dark,
Lo! Mine infernal brides are calling me home: so hark!
Sweet is the playful and serene dominatrix of the dark…
Oh dark maiden, take me my beloved in the infernal blood!
Lo! She cometh in the midst of the folds of black shadows,
And I do hear the demon angels calling, chanting: hark!
The flame of my heart cometh as a terrible and raging flood,
Which no power can stop, no cross can keep her will away.
So let us play, this eve, upon Hell’s fair crimson meadows…
Untouched by the restricting light of the hot, tyrannous day.
Behold! My dearest, in the mists of the grove, is clothed…
Though long hath it been, since there she was of old, lain.
I knew not that she was un-living when we were betrothed,
Long before, I myself was, in most diabolic manner, slain.
In the embrace of death, our perfect love was founded,
Praise: be to the Dark Powers for brining us thus together!
Let us couple in the flames, our unholy passion unbounded,
Then, we shall soar, lighter than an angel’s bright feather…
For a love so far, it is worth the cost of my immortal soul,
As any wouldst feel as I doth, at the wonders I have seen.
Who is to say what be too high and costly for love’s toll?
They have never beheld the glory of mine Immortal Queen!
She beckons, a temptress of such endless, undying charm,
And I follow her, even unto the Devil’s red eternal throne.
Our souls unite, in a chilling rapture that is so very warm…
Every pain of it a pleasure beyond all our flesh and bone!
Others like unto her pour forth out of the infernal Abyss,
Wanton in love, and lusting for mine eager, willing flesh…
We quench our hungers and thirsts in each vampiric kiss,
Upon each other’s blood, we are swiftly remade, afresh.
Our bodies writhe like serpents upon the soft, rich earth,
Limbs all entangled, entwined like unto a single mass…
Never hath such dark passions been given wanton birth,
And I always pray that the moment will not ever pass!
Soon, we do lose ourselves to the chaos of our ecstasy,
Tearing into each other, our rapture knowing no bounds.
The bites and scratches of love, I suffer ever blissfully…
As we writhe upon Hell’s supremely hallowed grounds.
We take our pleasures, boldly, losing ourselves in night,
Adrift upon the clouds that cling to the glowing moon…
So delicious is the wickedness of our sweet, sensual rite,
That the hunger returns to us, oft madly and very soon!
Hail to all the princesses and beautiful maidens of Hell,
Lilith, sweet Lilith, amongst them all thou art so divine…
Let every black cathedral, ring forth its’ mournful bell,
Until, in my love for thee, my heart doth sweetly pine!
No lusts, for us, are too exotic or too wildly extreme,
For we are the children of the Dragon’s unholy flame…
Our blood ever running hotter than a fiery lava stream,
Unquenchable beyond even the limits of mortal shame!
We violate all holiness within each other, that we find,
Content in our abandonment of any conventional joy…
Only the unearthly, will slake the thirsting, deep within.
Such a sweet corruption of spirit and also of the mind!
I am oft their willing plaything, their ever-wanton toy…
The games we play are of fiery, sublimely sensual sin.
No lusts, for our kind, are ever too wild or too exotic,
No pleasure too intense, nor any raptures too erotic…
The Fallen Ones’ chosen companions in exile are we,
And our exile, to the last we do suffer it always freely.
We may be our true selves in the warm infernal land,
As we take each other, downward, by a gentle hand.
Happy am I, amidst such beauty, in the endless dark,
Lo! Mine infernal brides are calling me home: so hark!
Published 3rd Nov 2014
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3rd Nov 2014 1:19am
Love found in many forms and domain is still love. Such a tale dear Jessica. And you tell it so well. :)
3rd Nov 2014 11:13pm
My favorite passages in the works of the great Italian poet Dante, the Divine Comedy, mentioned how love is the force that makes all things in the universe turn and flow and continue. It said how even Hell must be governed by love of some kind, in order for it to continue to exist eternally, just as Heaven requires love to be maintained. I once wrote a treatise on love in all of its' myriad diversity, and in it I spoke of how love comes in many types, sorts, and flavors but all being a part of a greater and richer tapestry. So your very profound comment reminded me of all that, and indeed you have the right of it since this poem too is only possible to have been written by me because of love. One could say that love is the greatest power in the universe! And one would not be wrong about it. ;)
