Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

                                  Hear Me now! 

Oh crime she be treasure revail will be pleasure somehow... 



Maleficent in dusky rose 

Gathered satin lapped Her breasts 

Like blood upon the snow 

A tourniquet of Topaz 



Glistened at Her throat 

Awakening, pulled from the tomb 

Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon 

That She outshone as a fallen star 

A regal ornament from a far flung nebular 



Her likeness hung in the black gallery 

Commanding unease 

Demanding of Death to breathe... 



Midst the whirl and daylight fauna 

Of society at court 

Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause 

Though Her torchlit shadow 

Thrown upon damp cellar walls 

Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled 



Thirteen Winter solstices had shown 

Her path, that the dark 

Had marked its dominion 

Spaying the confessor 



Whose caresses she'd known, 

As whipcord in the House of Dog 

Her cold cunt meat on holy bone 



Raped of faith, She now embraced 

The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face 

With this disdain, inside these veins 

(Highborn wanton that She was) 



She sought to keep what age would claim 

Her soul was sold and for this toll 

Reeking pyres ever smouldered 

On the whims of one so in control 



Elizabeth, mysterious. 

Cruelty brought thee orchids 

From the bowels of the abyss 



Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries 

And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs 

Exhumed by scrying eyes 

Madness came upon 



Her like an amourous lover's seed 

Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin 

In gouts torture unleashed 



And to Her dead reflection 

Twas as if Her pallor gleamed 

Like an angel's warmed by candles 

Where erotic stains had cleaved 



So demons dragged this libertine 

Lusts screaming for release 

Upon the flesh of maidens preened 

As canvas for caprice 



Exacting obeisance 

Her gaze held a seance 

Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune 

A sleeter mistress than Luna 

Whose threats to consume Her 

Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon 



Flat on Her back 

Pack-prey for the reams 

Of verses and curses 

That haunted Her dreams 



Midnightmare chimed 

Thirteen in Her mind 

A disciple of scars 

Branded years hissed behind 



Ridden split-thighed 

By the Father of lies 

An ovation of wolves 

Blushed the skies as they writhed 



But Heaven is never forever 

She came, a spent storm 

From the clouds... 



Leaving serpents in office 

Inside every gate 

To lick righteous holes 

Blinding Lords to the fate 



Of virgins forced naked 

To defile on rent knees 

Hacked and racked backwards 

Menses choking their pleas 



"More. Whore. More. 

Twitching make me wet with thee 

Carcass rub me raw"