Under Huntress Moon

With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit,
and shooting stars portents of rips.
I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur
from her precious celestial lips.

"Be it sun to your moon,
be it moon to your sun.
Together we promised to come.

With a turn of the screw,
and a slip of the tongue
we eclipsed one another undone."

Through the mist, through the woods,
with the night-wraiths I've stood
atop murderous peaks calling you.

On storm-lashed beachheads where
the fishermen dread the things
your bewitchments accrue.

Those deep creatures bring
her cut diamond rings, a girl
with a pearl necklace her.

Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh.
Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
Or will she purr, or will she purr?

She lights the skies!
Dressed in silver scales
plucked from the ocean
to spite her thighs that
Lucifer snuck inside.

And with his pride enclaves
were upgraded to Goshen,
so paradise could shine
from out her skirts.

"I adorn myself at dusk with
ornaments to close the noose.
A kiss as red as blood
and cold as Hell.

My body glows with lust,
anaemic as the flag of truce.
I raised at dawn to catch you
in my spell."

With every twist I cannot resist her
fertile female mind control.
This wanton witch, white-rapids sister
to whom I pour my wine and soul.

And here we go again!

From a copse of black yews
where the moon was drawn through
like a sword through a Gordian knot.
She descended to me, claiming swift victory
over the heart I had near-soon forgot.

With every kiss
this huntress whispered:
"Yield to my sweet embrace,
one night of bliss."

I could not dismiss her,
once her beauty shot me
a darker face.

You mesmerise my soul, Diana.
You mesmerise my soul!
You mesmerise my soul, Diana.
You mesmerise my soul!