death and the maiden

i spy the spreading fear

that crawls wormlike beneath

this ageing mask of time

that grasps to call itself belief

so down here in the valley of the shadow of death

to the best denomination i have taken her soul

to show just what faith-tested means

never seen the sun

never been undone

never thought her feeble screams

would court such fascination

never in a thousand years

i am the lord of the bored underworld

her hand is pleasured in mine

together we will climb

past the pearly castellations

a wealth of treasures to find

we'll fly crows of ill-omen

across a leaden sky

to red squares of holy roman

catholicism in an eye

to deeply sow

where sorrow rose

having all tomorrows

for our wedded union to impose

the world in misery succumbs to frost

without her here i'm lost

the seasons absorb the cost

together our paths are crossed

eros and thanatos

one by one

love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender

and one by one

her defences fall

debris

my will be done

i shall storm the gates where fates defend her

and once i've won

her heart will belong to me

i saw her there

gathering despair

by the light of the moon

on the vale of nysa

i walked the endless night

before she pressed from me

the swallowed seed of winter's bite

undressed persephone

so down here in the shadow of the valley of kings

let this sticky situation spur on fertility

come be my perennial queen

never seen the sun

never been undone

never thought her velvet ports

would wean such masturbation

never in a thousand years

without her here i'm lost

the season absorb the cost

together our paths are crossed

eros and thanatos

one by one

love's raised horns sound their sweet surrender

and one by one

her defences fall debris

my will be done

i shall storm the gates where fates defend her

and once i've won

her heart will belong to me

hades

i've slept delightfully within these open arms

plucked

i'm a magnet to your charm

lost in a skeletal dance

i rent the meadow's earth

to embed her as my bride

this wond'rous light of life

that rights the wrongs i've bred inside

her mouth no longer plaintive

those lips no longer dry

we waltz the great halls naked

candelit and oft obliged

to deeply sow where sorrow froze

having all tomorrows

to bathe in the savored afterglow

to slave at the favoured crafts we know