Oak Grove Nights
Come to me, seraph nymph
Show me your pagan lights and wicked rites
Lift me out of this world of virtue
so that we may find a world of endless, sinful night
Let us unchain ourselves from the mildewed masses
and embrace our every infernal desire,
losing ourselves in each other's burning kiss
and bearing flames of lust that drape Eden with fire
Fingertips tracing a language of blood,
an alphabet only spoken through tongue and blade,
a dialect only uttered in the form of shuddering moans,
inscribed crimson commands that must be obeyed
Blood drunk and lust blind, our ritual begins,
one born of wickedness that make the stars avert their gaze
Performing magick that only the flesh comprehends
before the world disappears in a red haze
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