Succubus Waltz

Strings of veiled symphonies
Bowed into the ides of midnight hour
Circular arpeggios shifting the silence
As stone into aqueous font is dropped

Gargoyle horns and wings
Sailing through winter slipstreams
Oblique cathedral landscapes
Climbing heavenward hopes
Pausing upon the tapered heights

There she crouches on the steeple
Glistening chapel cross between her legs
The plaything of her past-times
Belltower prayer before the cantata begins
Swooping down to the hunting green
Ubiquitous whore strutting the grounds for prey:

A Succubus waltzing among the Tombstones
Dancing mortal men to their graves
Gathering their souls up like the Earthstones
Empty lives from eternity she now saves

Singing through cedar forests
As white maiden summertimes’ lost
Eyes of sundown laced with silver
Redolent of incandescent hate

Patience for naievity
Licking her ignominious path
Thoroughfares of nescience
Cascading down entrapments
To groves of hormonal horror

Under the constellation skies
They pictureview their last serenity
Deflowering her in the lands of forever
Piercing by thorns on her sleeping ones
Hoping to wake them back
With her bloodbitch scent:

And go waltzing about the Tombstones
Wishing the night to never end
Candlelight burning under the Spellstones
Sending new initiates to her bed

Ascending voluminous incense
To the tavern of liquorous skies
Spirits hapless to Hexations
Prodding for grounding-point planes

Perchance they enter the Witches’ labyrinth
Subject to last light sufferences
Micekind seekers of salubrious substance
As wilting flower in the hourglass sways
Transposed to vampyrised element

Skeletal wings aloft and aspan
They aviate into nocturnity
Hastening white souls for the pearl of the sun
There she steals them in breath of moment
Before the schesis of oneness begins
Engrafting them down into the soils of Satania:

Waltzing sweetly through the Tombstones
Violins of destruction serenade
Unearthing the power of the Hellstones
Beyond the light of Lycanthrope unmade