Moonlight strings ae dancing, a violin spectrum upon the twilight mirage
As shades in the specular surface, music surge, the ocean of night
Flickering stardust in rapture, tones of midwinter drama
Unwritten notes-cosmic sparks-painted within the fluid waves of dark
Requiem-or an astral salute to her birth
From the sky an angel falls, in radient white luminescence
Thorny arms ebraces her, in thirsty claws ensnared
Entangled by her web of pleased, enswathed-in a womb-cocooned
Emacialet-drained her blood-shivering-convulsive
The holy Virgin-Mary-Demonica
Melamorphosis-within chrysalid sleep, Slumbering in dreamlands of the deep
Her broken wings of innocence, now raven-feathered
From grace to black, the plague divine, Her holiness succumb to dark
The dark within her sacred heart-redeemed, bursted through her shell of purity
Blood from angels tearing flesh to weep
From Celestial hights pours streaming down death's sleep
By blood reborn-ascending from the tomb-in darkly splendor
A tiara of stars pon the canopy realm-her spanles wings
And so she raise, as a dragon ebony-veiled
With ruby eyes, like embers beneath(*) her crown of sacramental spine.
Baptized in blood, a hidden smile behind Medusas mask
In a Danse Macabre, furies by her side.
Her shadow, the dark horizon before my eyes, as black as night
Goddes of plague and blight-Demonica...
"My breath of frost to petrify, to drench thee into slumber
In dreams kept in captivity, now free to inverse the throes".
Demonica-like poetry-thy voice within my slumber
Erotica and endless dreams, like plague to pierce my heart
The maidens web, as a deadly sheet
I lay my head upon her knees-to sleep
In dreams like beams of moonlight streams-her voice infest my rest-acapo
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