Monster Maids

Self-reflection of monster’s maids    
Faces of horrific grandeur uplifted from the grave      
Death is mirrored appearance for hellish they pave      
Open thy mouth      
Foul odorous of hell illuminating earth from the pleasure within the bliss of dirt layering the enticing ingress of South      
      
To take thy bed, within the sacred twan mark of the beast      
Within the chambers of twin souls curses of its unsavory greet      
Depravity feed by the pale horse thy ride      
Masked to deceive with embracing passion hushed upon the sensual collide      
    
Into the night, the hunger, the metamorphoses of the snake dancing of sexual immortality      
Drips of blood in the exchange of fiery energy, domination of its morality      
Close thy eyes, lives taken by unbreakable stones      
Death in the reflection never to hear such passionate Earthly songs      
    
Echoes into the galleries to kill with the lips of thy witch’s kiss      
Temples of enlightenment hovers to guard the cage of animalistic abyss      
Sword of compassion, lifted without conscious to strike without the miss      
Heads to grace the tips of spears, ashes-to-ashes dust to dust, ridden auras from the hemisphere’s midst