The Goblin Moon

Let's two dance tonight beneath the Goblin Moon,
And sway enwrapped within breezes that sing
Of our everlasting torment alloyed with perfect bliss.

Then do lay me so faintly upon your bed of Red Rose Thorns,
And strap down to fasten my meek, timid wrists
To the shining steel rails of your fiendish Garden Gate.

My hegemonious Prince of Caliginosity;
Watch me bending to beg for your most fixed and creative coercions.
Commit to me every foul demand that your Black Heart can design,
And I swear upon the very blood of my rubicund flesh
That I would honour all biddings you command to me succeed!

Your coarse cincture laid strong upon my lax limbs,
And your salacious mouth ever ardent in lapping at my Provenance,
Are the consummate contrivances spent to lash me into a Flawless Ecstasy
And keep me docious, submitting to your Dark Will with an infallible trust.

Avid, I plead you devour my frailty with a tender brutish force!
Pray let's we two howl beastial below the Goblin Moon
And together find the raring furies of Fate!