Ring of the Beast

I now roam free of shame, as I do plan to wed Asmodeus

and The Great One above weeps as our vows fill the fiery pits below

the falling skulls of the seeing, the found, and Micheal himself

but until then, we share our love as dusk deepens and the cursed enter their slumber of solitude

and those of regular proximity are blind to our plans, for they see only the side of

the slain lamb free of wool stained with the blood of the damned, the lamb that rests soundly

beneath they eyes of the moon, the lamb that forbids spirits of darkness from their nest of silk

the lamb that is much more than a shallow husk of bone and maggots

I, The Lord's little lamb of purity, invite the enemy's angel seen only by Him,

invisible to those of naked vision, the ignorant pupils that

praise the practice they foolishly mistake as an act performed during one's lonesome hours,

the nude balter between woman and spirit

I share my love with the bed, the spirit, The Devil through the dance of lovers

from the deepest of dusk to the blanket of the crow's wing, the golden dawn

and the flush of fancying to the tears of weeping angels

for the man I am to wed treasures me tremendously to a fault!

yes, a fault, for my groom-to-be harbors what may rival Leviathan!

venomous envy far too great to remain endearing, for I now fear

the life of my mortal being, my soul's unwed shelter

I am not to be shared with obligation, so I remain bound to the sheets

and I bear the ring blue of lethal depths, of Mother's thriving womanhood,

of the sorrow brought by eternal longing, the ring that repels the white of doves,

the gates of pearl, the roads of gold, the divinity of the righteous

I bear the ring of death, isolation, and a tango that has long lost its melody

I bear the ring of the beast