Deceiving Eyes

On the night all mirrors fell silent,
and the clocks struck accord with the rain.
A storm swept in with such violence,
the dead rose to complain.

The stars were ill-crossed as
the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak.
The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour,
falling like tears through the thickening smoke.

Blood redeems,
Heaven torn asunder.
A flood of souls scream
on the rolling thunder.

Blood redeems,
Heaven torn asunder.
She stirs from dreams
barely three feet under.

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize!
Stealing from the convent 'neath
the wrath of seething skies.

For though you greased the palm of Satan
With those moonlit silver thighs,
I knew the beast took second place
When I looked into your eyes.

Your deceiving eyes filled
with lies and missed good byes,
and serpents hissing revelations.

Your deceiving eyes,
they tell enough of how I
fell in love with the Goddess
creeping deep inside you."

And with the tumult
up above him roaring
Isaac sought her shallow grave.

As lightning bolted through
the grim down-pouring rain,
he struck the hallowed earth again.

Having torn at the
soil like a man insane
he threw his fists at
the poisonous cosmos.

And from that pit of shame he bore
the coffin from her sorry lot 'neath trees
whose eaves were knotted with rot.

Through ornate chapel doors,
unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus
and gaze upon her face.

Victoria...

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize!
Stealing from the convent 'neath
the wrath of seething skies.

For though you greased the palm of Satan
With those moonlit silver thighs,
making mockery of rosaries
his needs will never rival mine.

I recall a summer's day, the sunlight
bathed your penitential scars as
I sat and washed the blood away.

Now your body stays,
and the coldness of your lips
eclipse like the first
true kiss of winter."

Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread
she was shining through her winding shroud.
A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had
a gift for the pretty young nun.

A necklace
wrought of twining snakes,
two gold illicit tongues.

He laid it at her throat
where the rope had wrung,
he was burning from the
furnace of his roused desire.

He wrested with temptation
to be or unfulfilled.
She was undressed for ovation,
her sumptuous form the storm revealed.

And with his driven lust exploding
her lashes brushed his cheeks.
They flickered with life,
her limbs enfolding.

Purring, licking wicked teeth!

"Victoria, I come to claim my prize!
Stealing from the convent 'neath
the wrath of seething skies.

For though you greased the palm of Satan
With those moonlit silver thighs.
You have left him just for me,
I see it in deceiving eyes.

Those deceiving eyes filled
with lies and missed good byes,
and serpents hissing revelations.

Those deceiving eyes,
they tell enough of how I
fell in love with the Goddess
re-arisen in you."