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- - - ADORNED IN BLASPHEMY - - -

I find myself quelled 'neath her withering gaze
Trapped, in fact, ensnared by her spell
Woven, delicately, seductively
In a chalice filled with a thousand angel tears

Maniacal, still, in her Carpathian tomb
Twisting, turning and burning beneath the moon
To tame the beast, at least, entice
Her with forlorn sonnets of doom

Adorned in bondage of blasphemy
Perfectly complimenting the damned
Flourish her quill with the dead, you see
A trophy for the sinning man

She mirrors the flesh of the recently deceased
To bathe in the blood to purge her disease
Mortality, for she, is death
Incarnate wrapped in Hell it seems

I am quelled beneath the power of her lust
Entwined, sublime, induced in her throes
Offered, fiendishly, feverishly
On an altar made of fire and silken sheets

Adorned in leathers of tragedy
Teasing tortured flesh with her forked tongue
When she is finally done with me
Display me where corpses are hung

This wicked witch's womb
Wraps a wyrmkin
Brewing a beast
Better left burned
Necro nympho nightmare
Hellspawn heir
Forsaken firstborn
Bedeviled bastard

Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast
Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast
Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast
Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast
Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast
Split me open, my last love, to sate the beast

Split me open
My last love
To sate the beast
Split me open
My last love
To sate the beast
Split me open
My last love
To sate the beast
Split me open
My last love
To sate the beast

Sate
The
Beast

(c) 2015 Frank Green