tall man you come as a prophet with so much darkness in your eyes. will you take the dark from mine as well? cleanse me in this lone alley of all evils and pain and make an angel out of me?
The Horned Lord Nears
S I N G—F O R—M E
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
And darker deeds it shall witness.
Come to me.