Eternal Love of Death

Darkness is a gown she wears,

whispering to me with a taunting intimacy from the shadows.

Erotic dances in the light calls out to my soul,

encountering brief manipulation from her hands.

Fading candles harmonize with our hearts,

as violins speak the words of love.

Around her neck lies a silver chain with a pentagram that's dazzling with every gem,

her wrists with bracelets of silver with engravings of the Gods and

Goddesses. 

A long passionate dance from the ancient time,

slow and graceful like that of creation is the Pagan's Amore eternal dall'anima, dal cuore, dallo spirito e dal corpo.

Sapphire crystalline doors to my body opens to her spell craft as our souls spread their wings and soar to the outer realms of heaven.

Her gown falls ever so with a wounding pride,

yearning pleasure is a thin sheen across her body.

Carnal ardor spreads through my veins as I taste her fine lips, droplets of blood sweep past my tongue and I feel her hunger take me over.

Velvet drapes cover our decent into the flames, 

arch angels and arch fiends gather among the pillars of this antediluvian church in a peaceful union.

Eternal time is weeping for us,

the seasons mourn as our fusion of souls is complete.

Drowning in the ink of history as it writes of this tragic poem,

drying our bodies on this book our love will never die out.