Majestic nocturnal manifestation eternal...
Amidst crimson mist, you reveal yourself to me...
Like a sublime chalice offering its venom,
And I accept, gladly, and immerse myself in each sip...
Erotic poem written with roses is your body,
Ethereal, grazing the infernos of my desire,
Nourishing the fire that burns in the depths of my beast...
Cathedral of darkness, temple of perversion, you grant me wings of madness...
You awaken in me the schizophrenic instinct of possession...
I feel your warmth, the hell within you,
A masterpiece of the imperfect sculptor who gave freedom to your existence...
Abyssed in your shadowed radiance, nightmares find harmony, screams turn to songs, storms calm, you are a sonnet resonating with flames in the foundations of my soul...
...In every corner...
...The dark ecstasy persists...
Strangely, my being loses itself in a void where only your poison feeds me, fills me, makes me exist...
To feel that I transcend instead of being a withered leaf dancing in a vortex of wind...
Sublime chalice, sinful muse, mistress of my desire and soul, it is time for my umbratil primordial current to blend with your essence adorned by the moon reflected on your skin...
My being explodes into a thousand particles that traverse the universe at the speed of light in an ineffable journey and return to be in you...
...You are the magic transformed into my dark utopia...
Silence reigns now, you know I am your slave, my will is surrendered to you.
You know I yearn for the perpetual epiphany of your arrival...
A breath upon my face makes me close my eyes, and when I open them, darkness returns but a candle burns, the light you always leave to let me know that my desires will come true...
And each night while in my mind the wandering ghosts traverse an eternal void, YOU, my sublime chalice, will appear through crimson mist like a dream...
...I yearn for this for all eternity...
