Memory Fragments: Probity

Jezebel, Queen Of Demons

The rain of Mars suits quite well the feeling of Jezebel, queen of demons
With a flick to her flock, one flamboyant succubus tempts the mortals
The electrifying thunder of Sentinel, sends cravings to her siemens
A reciprocal love of equal measure barred by a crossroads behind the portals

"Did you just say semens?" No! I said siem...the one with the ohms...shut up and let me sing!
...Ahem. Only she may tempt the king. Of what angel's feathers shall her garb be made of?
Of sinners and whispers of course! Nothing better than to don the silence of the king
Tasked with keeping all under control, she moves the chains in tune with her love

Oh what predicament she is in! Her demons arise and not one is twin nor twain
The king will not protect them, so she takes them under her black wings
Chained but safe, demons beg the queen to marry under the martian rain
Dance her way into his heart! Hip movements to spin the wedding ring of the king of kings!

"Oh! I get it! She is not really evil. She just does things for her people, right?"
Correct! Now shush...Ahem. The whispers come and go, not a moment to relax
Jezebel wishes to be dressed in pure white!
Let the licking tongues of the talking burn when she is dressed in all blacks!

What might poor Sentinel do to this raging fire coming for him?
It burns and burns! Let the skies turn red and let him come and punish!
Cleave and cleave! What little remains; of tattered words and a cleavage's trim
A feathered army's wrath she seeks. But finds nothing more than a king's banish

Born from hell, so she says. Innocent and naive, Jezebel tries and tries to no avail
Not a word she can say; as the kings of angels punishes all whispers
But from what mouth do they come? Her minions race her for the wedding veil!
Pull those chains, Jezebel. Not one lip shall open of your many sisters!

"Are you referring to the labi..." No! No! No! Mouth lips! Well, actua...whatever!
"You sure? Because, to me at least, it sounds pretty much like Jez here is a hook..."
No she isn't! She would never do anything near that endeavor!
"...prostitute?" No! To see her true nature, it only takes but one look!

"Yeah. I can see. That's why I'm saying..." Shut it! In Mars, it is perfectly normal
"...So she is one." Ok, fine. She is. But she is the queen of succubi and my mother!
"...And you are writing a song about how she got to know your..." It's only formal!
...Look. Will you let me finish? "Sure." Ok. So: Fly high, our queen! Make him sing to no other!

"...For being the bridge between our species, you look pretty demonic, but sing quite angelic"
Fuck you, but thank you. I wish I was as voluptuous as mother. Or as graceful as father
All I have from them is this mystical, quite intriguing instrument, old relic
"Looks like a simple guitar to me." ...Well play it then, Yester! "Oh, what a bother"

If the human race is versatile and adapts quickly to any situation...
"I know, I know. Sheesh. And I'm not fully human, ok? I'm a cyborg, aka, both hu..."
Yes, yes. Play. Now. I want your songs to be heard all across the nation!
Both Sentinel and Jezebel, and me, want to know what the heart goes through!