Beyond Eleventh Hour

"All mirrors lead to my palace,
my exotic pleasure temple wherein my
court is both gracious and insatiable,
pure and obscene.

For where pumps the true heart of
life, there too seeps corruption.
And from this my new Eden of nightshades,
black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned
on tears and blood will rise up like lust.

And the shadow of my dark consort
shalt extend himself across the
face of the world...

And Hell will come with Him!"

Part of the garden, her dark Eden
fed blood by poisoned fronds.
My heart hardened in her wet season
treading mud in her slough of despond.

But only now a path lies
straight before me, the maze is
ploughed half through with hate
and her crop is dripping red.

Beyond eleventh hour!

Her beauty and brute power
grows stronger by the day,
and with each rose that she deflowers
the longer her throes of madness stay.

In her grip on shredded sheets,
once our fingertips had dug and clutched
she whispered dreadful things to me.

She wanted war with God,
the underdog baring sharpened teeth.
With her armies raised from suffering
to ascend on jet black wings.

She'd break off holy limbs
on the racks of her witch hunt,
and crush the church beneath her heel
the Pope in homage to her cunt.

A dark horse forcing nightmares
to wring submissives dry,
a vampire madam batterfang
with vicious streaks a mile wide.

Beyond eleventh hour!

Her kiss has turned dismissive,
her glance holds slight contempt.
Instead those eyes burn on the prize
of fates she really likes to tempt.

In her grip on shredded sheets,
gasping from conquered peaks of passion
she whispered dreadful things to me.

She wanted war with God,
the underdog baring sharpened teeth.
With her armies raised from suffering
to ascend on jet black wings.

She'd tear down mighty spires
then rear them up anew,
orders forged to her desires
the eleventh hour nearly through.

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists
that cause all souls to stray.
How to resist those seductive gifts
on the shore of her unholy ways?

She calls my name so softly
from deep banks of scented fog,
I almost lose myself before it starts.

But my spirit keeps its silence
as I drift across the lake,
a glimpse of harem secrets
now her velvet curtain parts.

She is glaring like the moon!

The wind dies down, eaves dropping
as I bow before her throne,
and she descends to greet me like
the royal bitch to which she's grown.

"Come closer,
what have you to say?
Black cat got your tongue?"

"I am not your slave
nor are you my saviour!"

"But Isaac, I'm the only one!"

I hold those cold deceiving eyes,
her once hypnotic gaze,
and pledge eternal love
then walk away.

Thunder seethes behind me,
Death adjusts her favourite mask.
Another lover smothered by
her sanguinary darkness.

Clasped in the garden, here you heard
this story blustered through.
I asked her pardon, swore my word,
I'd score her sweetmeats just like you.

For only now the truth lies
prone before me, I couldn't leave her
even if she stormed the Heavens
as were promised.

Beyond eleventh hour!

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists
will come for you this eve.
Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst
before those fatal kisses bleed.

Beyond eleventh hour!

She will make of you a plaything,
scant amusement for her bed,
and when naked flesh forgets to sing
she'll take your fucking soul instead.

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter,
muttering their reeking spells.
I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter,
these words I speak are gates to Hell.