Carpe Tenebrum: Temptress luna

And she rides the never world of her own majestic mountain. Andremembering the snow and the demons, she flies... Across ascarlet forever, with a shimmering more divine. The witches ridethe sabbat, just a breeze across her path. The breath of unborngods blows in her hair, and she runs to meet the night. Againstthe shallow consecration of the spiders sigh, drinking the silverthrough her veins, a starry sanguine alive. She can't ever comedown, ever come back, she's not here. A pitiful lust of thecommon, clawing at her, screaming, but only you can see her. Shedances the pentagram ablaze, lit like the fire of hell.Spontaneous and natural, the kundalini of the soul. Come into myparlour, the temptress red, the blood of the moon washing tocleanse of death.An anthem requiem for the refuge of the souls, the chosen come.The willowy silence of the grave, the sight of the new time, thetombs damp and waiting like the serpents of the earth.Quiet lucid sighing, a gateway like no other, deep and dark andmystic in the lure of the ending. Monstrous halls of her mind, alabyrinth dark, consuming nothing and creating the web. An abyssof sorrow, weeping in the battles of ghouls and laughter, run topenetrate the storm. She comes like the new death, the losttransformation, the circle of the dimension invisible. And herconsciousness passes between rats, biting between traps, shewants it no more. Forever knowing above the height of the wind,the view of the nightshade differs, as the moon fires the pathsilent. She rides her own majesty. Quiet lucid sighing, gatewaylike no other, deep and dark and mystic in the lure of the endingBut as the sun dies with forever, her crown grows evermore.