Lucid Passion and her Sin

Autumn reveals his countenance
foliage ornaments the floor with piles
mourning death and grief under every leaf
deep within this cursed forest her heart cries in vain

all sanity went to rack and ruin
under the burden of raging insomnia
so heinous the sight but not larger delight
could take possession of her cruel tormented heart

Oh, yearning so cruel thou art
and no one can see the tragic moments coming
the art of loneliness is hard to learn
and certainty hurts more than any hell can
those who reveal their pain are haunted forever
and so her tragedy came

at last exhumed
nuptial night, necromantic night
the stench jabs treacly from his livid skin
for the sake of him she desecrated her purity with sin
cleansing the orbs from the veil of grave earth
an agitation grotesque rotting limbs claim for her
in ecstasy of sexual magic they merged flesh in flesh
far beyond desire lovers lit the last life blaze

and as the morn unveiled this rape of virtue
they kissed goodbye
a tear born in her eyes died on shivering lips
but no grace she would expect from the valets of lies

flames so sacred and divine
curl up towards the sky to light their faces
and far beyond the crowd
a rotting soul awakens in fear

doomed to exist amongst the dead

and I wish thee here my bride
deep inside my soil I rot and hide
and I beg the rain to wash thy ashes down
yon the limetrees where we lost and found
we found lucid passion and we kissed in sin
our lust burned from within
but was oh so forbidden and therefore oh so sad

her childlike passion was her twisted sin