““THE CRIMSON QUEEN She comes to me at the mid-nightmare passing Temptress of winter snowfall in black leathers Within the forest where the snakes are hissing Among the moonlit trees and dying heathers Vampiric succubus from homes of the dead Honey in my ear, I recall what was said: “You will love me, your Queen of the dead Worship me, or I will take your head.” So I rest my head on her frozen bosom I’m subjugated to her loathsome Sodoms Her fingers, grasping, from the darkest reaches Those lips of suction are just like leeches Entwined arms that offer me no salvation A barbed tongue lapping at my lacerations “My crimson queen, my strength starts to wane” I cried to her, in pleasurable pain The blood-red candles have burned down to their wicks Illuminated fantasies born from the sick Manticore mistress drenched in gorgon’s blood I break wide open to release the flood My intestines burst forth, their gushing out Into the black void of Lillith’s mouth””
