Black cat turning amidst the sands of
Endymion, the piteous harlot’s cry that pierced
The waning of the lamb; led defenseless to the pyre,
Her crimson life force bleeding over the gelid
Azure steel; insensate trod the automaton, unmindful
Of the saw-scaled viper rattle; Brandt and Mengele
Raining beyond the aegis of the interrealm; the shroud
Of Feminisis, its mark on every door; evanescing were
The catacombs, enveloped by oblivion. Thrice hopped
The raven through shades of dying light, inexorable was
The monolith, its pall irredeemable; black mask burning
Into the eye of the cannibal; unwept the horse-
Drawn demons, cascading on a lake of fire; reeling
Was the broken chalice struck down by the anti-
Human, the last cross erupting into flames on
Stygian shores. And no maidens danced betwixt
The gates of undrawn sorrow, no vultures hovering
Over the lifeless stars; bereft were the lovelorn
Shadows, the groaning of shackled fiends;
The maddening clanging – once more to the
Runes of Hell rang the bells of avarice. Another
Wraithlike vagrant dissolves into the haze, a
Shattered soul without yearning; relentless was
The harrowing night beneath the spires of bedlam.