Of The Devil & Baphomette #3

I was once the bright and morning star
but nothing compared to what I have found in you
as your beauty alone is the envy of constellations

Princess of my star-clustered nights
I’ll meet you up there somewhere
Nymphess of my burning candles twilight
we shall dance between them for all time to share

All humanity shall see
that we start at the end of their dreams
their evening sky but a bitter reflection
of our glittering lake in hell

where there are the souls of men diving
and demon eyes blinding
and godless ones flying
black goddess summonising

Their sun, the white rose that I snatched
from heavens’ garden
and gave to you on one bended knee

Their moon, the looking glass
I took from above
projecting your beauty from below
so they all could be freezed

Their planets, the stones that I dug up
from among the black orchids
and threw into the void
searching for your womanhood
-dice on the table of the gods

where there are the souls of men hiding
and demon eyes guiding
godless ones singing
goddess bewitchery