Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She
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graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forests bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brockens peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell...
The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panthers den
She
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watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She
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was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She
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was found Born in a burial gown
Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost
Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now theyre running afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She
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was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She
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was found Born in a burial gown
Now She
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moves with a predators guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She
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soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She
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wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She
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awake, through embrace or mistake She
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would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all...
Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave...