Noctuary, Noctuary
Black flame burning in My Mind
How many spells cast & fortunes told
By the glow of your dim light?
There within shadowy chambres
Recesses in the black
A soft light there shown
A cyclopse tapping through the night
A lambent world possessed of wonderous delights
The slither did some hither
And took to Me as My own
A gleam in thine narrow eyes did belove My heart
And those who scurry one to another
They chew on flesh & bone
The flying one so filled with joy
Repleat, the lust for life
Opulent ones of Bastian soul
Black & grey they wandered
To join Me as the Rites were said
To part the Gates asunder
What dread words are writ above
To frame the four-sealed wonder
And what dread seal enscribed thereon
Upon the blackened Altar?
Dimly lumanescent eyes
Gazing from the Darkness
Hulking apparition shown
Black horns in defiance
And staring down beside Him now
Ready to the pounce
A crouching phantom of winged fang
Pale with eyes of blackest coal
So many nights there filled with grace
By candle's flame & incense climb
As the world sleeps, that is My time
Amidst the headless cross
Beneath Bathsheba's face
Of which no mortal can erase
There lays the blighted place
Noctuary, Noctuary
Still you haunt My brain
The days & nights awash in red, black, & amber
The scent of Magic in the air
The undulating flesh
The fount of pleasure overflowed
Upon the cup of Nectar