Queen Of Winter, Throned

Even a man who is pure in the heart,
and speaks in prayer by night.
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms,
and the winter moon is bright.
(Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941))

Listen to them,
the children of the night.
What sweet music they make.
(Bram Stoker's "Dracula" (1897))

Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask.
A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass.
Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous.
Consorting themes, demons I weave,
subservience from thee to lost.

I am Corinthian light,
a snake in flowers by night!
The last temptation of Christ,
evil in mortal...

Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore.
Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor.
Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb,
to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume.

Control!

Seduction, my obsessive art.
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars,
like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart.
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed.

Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms,
midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath.
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined.
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind.

Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy.
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies.
Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword,
my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war.

I am thirst, spearheaded hunger.
Sacrament and pain!
Nails raked in savagery,
when the cruel Countessa came.

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design.

A love that never dies,
nefarious as her winds.
Stirring silhouettes to rise,
when stars fall pale.

And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within,
To unhinge a thousand sins from Death's dark vale.

Blessed be these spells of winter.
Unto us that wait with patience in.
This secret garden,
to storm our way into another,
as yes undone.

Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean.
Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun.
Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped.
In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance.

She is all to me, mysterious, alive.
The howling in the deep woods,
when cold festal stars aligned.

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design.

A love that never dies,
nefarious as her winds.
Stirring silhouettes to rise,
when stars fall pale.

And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within,
To unhinge a thousand sins from Death's dark vale.

A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil.
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval.
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow.
Forgotten ones enter as above, so below.

The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent.
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend.
From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness,
thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead!

Queen of Winter, throned.
The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses.
Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown.

Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess.
Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless.

When the miscreants fell dead,
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night,
and the bestial floor shook with terrible life.

I rise before thee Queen,
to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak.
To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath,
satanic tyranny!