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A sanguine dew clings to the leaves ‘neath (the) hornéd chalice of the moon

What madness creeps unseen, rainting a red mist like the leprosis of the mind:

That searing hate which covets flesh!

Twisted trees reach out with sylvan claws to snuff

Thy soul and sanity!

Black-veiled nymphs emerge

With song on their lips and a crown

To adore their king

In marbled loins:

Their kisses burn like dreams of lust

In venereal haze returned

And the dawn

Born from moans!

“Take his eyes!

Caresses grow to talons - make him see

The wondrous world laying beneath!

Beryl Eyes

Replace his pale mortal sight

Even as he screams

(To) Gods deaf to his pleas,

Threatening to tear the veil asunder

Let him see

What lies below…

Night overtaking my sight - my crescent blade, fly!

Crimson sprays

Anoint my face with the mark of death!