When you perform this solemn rite You echo and reflect my love. Gathering while it may The moonlit hours Into a playful spray, The fountain flowers, Only to fall away, As playing sours.
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Of a Heaven to call your own, read on – Learn how to love, and be, a ne’er-do-well. Have pity on my soul. Or go to Hell.
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I am a graveyard, hated by the moon, Where worms, with dust I loved, hold intercourse, Distending endlessly like my remorse; An old boudoir where fashions from the past, Perfumed by withered roses, gather must;
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Provocative, alive, Intensifies the stage-set solitude Of a sinister love, A saturnalia, a feast of shame, A scene that titillates The host of wicked cupidons aswarm Behind the curtain pleats. But judging from the subtle curvature, The writhing elegance Of hip and thigh – as if a serpent were Aroused and made to dance
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mid the luxuries, the plush divans, Crystal and bibelots, Statues and tapestries and perfumed gowns Fallen in lavish folds In the dark room, a motionless hothouse Whose leaden atmosphere Has fetid flowers trapped in their cut glass Coffins gasping for air
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Prince of Darkness, hear me when I call! Who teach the weak in spirit not to shun Compassion from the barrel of a gun, OSatan, lift my spirits once again!
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Release me, Satan, from this misery! Whose massive hand conceals the precipice
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The truth is, I’m afraid your coquetry Will drive away the hearts you hope to win: The human heart can’t take much mockery
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Come massive hearses for my dreams; Your sky’s in mourning, so it seems, Enshrining pride inside its shroud; Your fiery colours seem to come From Hell, to make my heart at home.
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And like the sun in its antarctic hell, My heart will be a lump of bloody ice.