perceptible power in
the plausabilities
of fulfilling practices
inevitable destiny
even dancing romance
with the witch
who once fed on fear
but becomes bright
and worshipping
only wishes to serve me
because greatness is attained
on the solitary stage, pleasing
the presence of divine darlings
awaiting death so communion
is thus a perfect reality
to transcend the illusory
world of chaos
faithfully loving until
the destroyer blows the candle
and joining --- yes!
joining my sweet angel