Las'T'Civious 10/11/2013 Poem by Jimmy Brouwers

When the Moon is shining is full
from Thy essence I will pull
All my love- true reverence of Black Magick,
Baphomet rings and sorcery fantastic.

Come to me; grant me thine pale kiss,
Waiting aeons for my sickle bliss.
Years my chest bared your sacred amulets,
Now teach me Death's velvet secrets!

Blue eyes, my vision turns a penumbra grey,
Only time's left, for my shrouding decay!

Depleted my veins, this fountain of life-
Scarlet-red water in decanter's strife.
Thus a body inhabited by a tenant ravine,
Dry gorges, too decadent-for my Heart's beloved Queen!

As the crimson night sets to black;
Admidst life's guild of Razorbacks.
That mortal lie, that Death did speak-
Sublime Basilisk and odious bleak.

With the last Blood-Moon's stigma rede,
I'll emerge like a phoenix, tantric heed...

Aftermath; please close the coffin's heavy lid-
Black candles lit; as farewell I doth bid!