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Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring<br />Her spinal chill rakes the earth<br />Whilst pensive souls at zero sing<br />Woebetidings of rebirth<br />Under cold stares of Mars maligned<br />Near-suicides cross their hearts<br />And unborns writhe in tepid brine<br />For something wicked this way starts<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />Elizabeth, paragon of vice<br />Watches the sun set pyres alight<br />As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep<br />Like spellbound paramours at Her feet<br /><br />A chatter of bells without<br />Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge<br />From sleighs hastened through snow lit red<br />Guests espied from the garret ledge<br /><br />Great gloomy mirror tell Her face<br />She will outblind them all<br />That heavenly bodies would fall from grace<br />To possess such a lustrous pall<br /><br />For beauty is always Cruel...<br />For beauty is always...<br /><br />(Let destiny in chains commence...<br />Damnation under Gods seeking recompense<br />Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)<br /><br />As the dance ensued<br />Elizabeth's mood<br />Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon<br />In slick black iciness it grew<br />To consume<br />The wench Her tower tombed<br />Tending to Her costume<br />Bore the brunt of the storm<br />When the needle askewed<br />She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through<br />Restored to jaded bliss<br />This evisceratrix<br />Descended to the ball<br />With painted blood upon Her lips<br />Passing like a comet so white<br />As to eclipse<br />The waltz wound down, transfixed<br /><br />Devoid of all breath in the air<br />Even Death paled to compare<br />To the taint of Her splendour<br />So rare and engendered<br />'Pon the awed throng gathered<br />There...<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />She danced so macabre<br />Men entranced divined from Her gait<br />That this angel stepped from a pedestal<br />Had won remission from fate<br />By alighting to darker spheres<br />Delighting in held sway<br />For She was not unlike the Goddess<br />To whom the wolves bayed<br /><br />"Whilst envy glanced daggers<br />From court maidens, arboured<br />Who whispered in sects<br />Of suspicions abroad<br />That Elizabeth bewitched<br />See how even now the whore casts<br />Her spells upon the Black Count<br />Whom Her reddened lips hold fast"<br /><br />Tongue unto tongue<br />Swept on tides without care<br />For the harpies who rallied<br />Their maledict glares<br />A halo of ravens tousled Her hair<br />Chandeliers a tiara<br />For passions ensnared<br /><br />"Phantasies sexed<br />When their eyes, moonstruck met<br />Their friction wore a way<br />Through the sea of foreplay<br />Lovers at first bite<br />She an Eve tempted to lay<br />Gasping at rafters<br />Flesh pressed in ballet"<br /><br />But caprice, honours leashed<br />She absconded the feast<br />To prowl wonderland<br />Beasts in hand from the Keep<br />Of Feudal dilemma<br />Well mantled in furs<br />Through cullis to watch<br />Dogstars howl at the earth<br /><br />On this violent night<br />Unholy night<br />Winds lashed their limbs together<br />As the ether vent its wintry spite<br /><br />She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes<br />To excite the bleak advance<br />From castle bowers<br />Wherein small hours<br />The Devil never came by chance<br />A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh<br />Sent lusts nova as hooves trod<br />Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet<br />Were flung to a wayward god<br /><br />Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring<br />Her spinal chill rakes the earth<br />Whilst pensive souls at zero sing<br />Woebetidings of rebirth<br />Under cold stares of Mars maligned<br />Near-suicides cross their hearts<br />And unborns writhe in tepid brine<br />For something wicked this way starts<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />Pounding upon the pauper ridge<br />Earshot of a hunched beldame<br />Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please<br />Such elderly loins enflamed?<br />To this He feigned a grim disdain<br />Playing to Her slayful eye<br />But the hag replied..<br /><br />"This girl that chides<br />Will soon be as plagued with age as I"<br /><br />Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath<br />For Elizabeth's grace could raise<br />A flag of truce in burning heaven<br />Or the dead from early graves<br />Yet still She seethed<br />This proud Snow Queen<br />Embittered with the cursed retort<br />And because He sought Her loves onslaught<br />He gutted the crone for sport<br /><br />Soon in full moon fever they were wed<br />Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed<br />Littered with aphrodisiacs<br />To tease dynastic union<br />And beget them further maniacs<br /><br />Elizabeth<br />Free reigned, now a Countess<br />Outwielded and outwore<br />Her title like a favoured dress<br />Whilst Her errant Lord<br />Whose seasons savoured war<br />Stormed black to fell the infidel<br />Her embers, tempered, roared.
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Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring<br />Her spinal chill rakes the earth<br />Whilst pensive souls at zero sing<br />Woebetidings of rebirth<br />Under cold stares of Mars maligned<br />Near-suicides cross their hearts<br />And unborns writhe in tepid brine<br />For something wicked this way starts<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />Elizabeth, paragon of vice<br />Watches the sun set pyres alight<br />As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep<br />Like spellbound paramours at Her feet<br /><br />A chatter of bells without<br />Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge<br />From sleighs hastened through snow lit red<br />Guests espied from the garret ledge<br /><br />Great gloomy mirror tell Her face<br />She will outblind them all<br />That heavenly bodies would fall from grace<br />To possess such a lustrous pall<br /><br />For beauty is always Cruel...<br />For beauty is always...<br /><br />(Let destiny in chains commence...<br />Damnation under Gods seeking recompense<br />Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)<br /><br />As the dance ensued<br />Elizabeth's mood<br />Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon<br />In slick black iciness it grew<br />To consume<br />The wench Her tower tombed<br />Tending to Her costume<br />Bore the brunt of the storm<br />When the needle askewed<br />She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through<br />Restored to jaded bliss<br />This evisceratrix<br />Descended to the ball<br />With painted blood upon Her lips<br />Passing like a comet so white<br />As to eclipse<br />The waltz wound down, transfixed<br /><br />Devoid of all breath in the air<br />Even Death paled to compare<br />To the taint of Her splendour<br />So rare and engendered<br />'Pon the awed throng gathered<br />There...<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />She danced so macabre<br />Men entranced divined from Her gait<br />That this angel stepped from a pedestal<br />Had won remission from fate<br />By alighting to darker spheres<br />Delighting in held sway<br />For She was not unlike the Goddess<br />To whom the wolves bayed<br /><br />"Whilst envy glanced daggers<br />From court maidens, arboured<br />Who whispered in sects<br />Of suspicions abroad<br />That Elizabeth bewitched<br />See how even now the whore casts<br />Her spells upon the Black Count<br />Whom Her reddened lips hold fast"<br /><br />Tongue unto tongue<br />Swept on tides without care<br />For the harpies who rallied<br />Their maledict glares<br />A halo of ravens tousled Her hair<br />Chandeliers a tiara<br />For passions ensnared<br /><br />"Phantasies sexed<br />When their eyes, moonstruck met<br />Their friction wore a way<br />Through the sea of foreplay<br />Lovers at first bite<br />She an Eve tempted to lay<br />Gasping at rafters<br />Flesh pressed in ballet"<br /><br />But caprice, honours leashed<br />She absconded the feast<br />To prowl wonderland<br />Beasts in hand from the Keep<br />Of Feudal dilemma<br />Well mantled in furs<br />Through cullis to watch<br />Dogstars howl at the earth<br /><br />On this violent night<br />Unholy night<br />Winds lashed their limbs together<br />As the ether vent its wintry spite<br /><br />She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes<br />To excite the bleak advance<br />From castle bowers<br />Wherein small hours<br />The Devil never came by chance<br />A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh<br />Sent lusts nova as hooves trod<br />Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet<br />Were flung to a wayward god<br /><br />Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring<br />Her spinal chill rakes the earth<br />Whilst pensive souls at zero sing<br />Woebetidings of rebirth<br />Under cold stares of Mars maligned<br />Near-suicides cross their hearts<br />And unborns writhe in tepid brine<br />For something wicked this way starts<br /><br />Beneath the howling stars<br /><br />Pounding upon the pauper ridge<br />Earshot of a hunched beldame<br />Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please<br />Such elderly loins enflamed?<br />To this He feigned a grim disdain<br />Playing to Her slayful eye<br />But the hag replied..<br /><br />"This girl that chides<br />Will soon be as plagued with age as I"<br /><br />Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath<br />For Elizabeth's grace could raise<br />A flag of truce in burning heaven<br />Or the dead from early graves<br />Yet still She seethed<br />This proud Snow Queen<br />Embittered with the cursed retort<br />And because He sought Her loves onslaught<br />He gutted the crone for sport<br /><br />Soon in full moon fever they were wed<br />Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed<br />Littered with aphrodisiacs<br />To tease dynastic union<br />And beget them further maniacs<br /><br />Elizabeth<br />Free reigned, now a Countess<br />Outwielded and outwore<br />Her title like a favoured dress<br />Whilst Her errant Lord<br />Whose seasons savoured war<br />Stormed black to fell the infidel<br />Her embers, tempered, roared.
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