Vermillion dusk, like cherries in a chocolate sky.
Would I dare a hungry kiss, forcing you to fly, beautiful raven.
Shall my heart splatter carnal roses on the moon man’s face,
if I unvorgivingly plegde my damn soul, to subtue heaven to your light.
I am nothing but a secret due darkest temporary bliss.
And so i dance in the shadows of the dying sun.
Flying around you, feeling your amber glow.
And i throw to you my beautiful demonic smile,
as my arms catch your tainted body, surrounding you in my silver light.
Is the lust in my touch, that burns your sacred beign.
Cry my beloved, howl with the wolves under blood streams of fallen stars.
I lost my masquerade when your breath on my skin awakened the beast,
whose tongue sucked forbidden desire out of trembling flesh,
to reveal a siren’s call for delight, due innocence hung on rotting angel wings.
Come and share your insanity, is it true that secret bliss feels more alive?
And the bloody moon whitnessed the bond between goddess