In their vow of silence he dares to speak her name;
"Come forth my dark goddess;
Prepare your soul for pain."
Staring wildly at the figure,
drowned out by the blackened night;
collapsed within his grasp,
eyes closed to this vicious sight.
The dark vampress of lust,
devoted servant to her beast-
obeys the high master;
bellows a torment unto the deceased.
Erotically speaking in a high pitched monotone,
She wails of the "cold days to come; and how one day he shall lie alone".
Once a gallant warrior-
blinded by his true maidens attraction-
In seduction she now voices an answer meeting his satisfaction.
"Your potent seed
Lies awaiting in my womb;
preparations for the day
I shall carry your soul unto a tomb".
A familiar arrogant smile overwhelmed his snide face;
Speaking his last words.
"Righteous vows to my soul and savior".
She still grasping tightly to each meaningful word he gave her-
So long since it had been forgotten.
He once had given her the moon,
So beautiful as it dangled.
In guilt, he turned his head away,
and unleashed upon her a "Lover's strangle"
