Of the Devil & Baphomette #4

My Queen of eternal night
All the roses from midearth rise
To meet your lips
So that they may thrive a little longer
And be caressed by your tender hand

The wings of my evil-mindedness
Ascend from the mud of my rebellion
To greet your honeyflower face

One third of the host came down with me
Now a multiple of moths that cloud
Around your gracefulness
That take to flight with your slightest touch

Awaiting your bourbon kiss
Escourting you through the planes
Of Hellatia
Bracing for the application of your fellatia
Carnality, the manifestation of horns
And deadly ciphers within

White Lady of my ethereal dreams
My kingship kisses your hooves
At heavens’ gate
Won’t you Handfast me?

I give you the soul of an angel
As the ring for your finger
It was slain for you
Because you have done this to my heart
It was dragged from the slaughter
A sacrifice to your benign sovereignty

Because my soul is but a flailing wedge
Between your breasts
Acknowledging your custodianship
Over my existence so meek

I am only but an Imp
Save me from this stranglehold of fear
That one day you may take off with
Some greater demon
Or take yourself away from me
whom I hold so very dear