Desire In Violent Overture

<br>Nights came tralling ghost concertos<br>Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows<br>Playing torture chamber music allegretto<br>Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo<br><br>Skinless the dark shall scream<br>Hoarse Her symphonies<br><br>Deathmashed as the moon<br>That had lifted Her dreams<br>And frowned on the winding steps down<br>To where the vulgar strayed,<br>Taunting sick Her tender prey<br>She glided in Her bridal gown<br><br>How sleep the pure<br>Desire in Violent Overture<br><br>An emanation of phantom madness<br>The Countess beheld in shroud<br>By girls bereft of future vows<br>Soon to wed in white the frosted ground<br>Burning like a brand on the countenance of god<br>A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound<br><br>Deep red hissed the cat whips<br>On the whim of ill-will<br>Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss<br>Flayed further songs of overkill<br><br>How weep the pure<br>Desire in Violent overture<br><br>In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses<br>Pooled blood and broken dolls<br>A torchlit shadow theatre souled<br>With the echoed cries of lives She stole<br><br>Killing time<br>She struck the hours dead<br>In Her control<br>Thus menopaused<br>Her clock of hacked out cunts<br>Began to toll<br><br>"Thirteen chimes of ancient strain<br>I conjure forth with dirge<br>That fills the void with timbred pain<br>To fulfil my sexual urge"<br><br>Frights came wailing from the Darkside<br>Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes<br>Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber<br>Bespattered and appeased<br>As pregnant skies outside bore thunder<br><br>How sleep the pure<br>Desire in violent overture<br><br>As when high winds<br>Attune whipped trees<br>Her savage nature pitched<br>Would once again conduct the pleas<br>Of those She loved to agonies<br><br>As if it were<br>The first time every night<br>That She carved Her seal<br>In the flesh of life.