Under Huntress Moon
With the snow fallen thickAnd bonfires alitAnd shooting stars portents of ripsI ascended to spurA mere glimpse or murmurFrom her precious celestial lips
Be it sun to your moonBe it moon to your sunTogether we promised to comeWith a turn of the screwAnd a slip of the tongueWe eclipsed one another undone
Through the mists, through the woodsWith the night-wraiths I’ve stoodAtop murderous peaks calling youOn storm-lashed beachheadsWhere the fishermen dreadThe things your bewitchments accrue
Those deep creatures bringHer cut diamond ringsA girl with a pearl necklace herAdvancing in feversTsunamis and myrrhWill she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
Or will she burn?
She lights the skiesDressed in silver scales plucked from the oceanTo spite her thighsThat Lucifer snuck insideAnd with his prideEnclaves were upgraded to GoshenSo paradiseCould shine from out her skirts
‘I adorn myself at duskWith ornaments to close the nooseA kiss as red as blood and cold as hell
My body glows with lustAnaemic as the flag of truceI raised at dawn to catch you in my spell’
With every twist I cannot resist herFertile female mind controlThis wanton witch, white-rapids sisterTo whom I pour my wine and soul
And here we go again!
From a corpse of black pewsWhere the moon was drawn throughLike a sword through a Gordian knotShe descended to meClaiming swift victoryOver the heart I had near-soon forgot
With every kiss this huntress whispered:‘Yield to my sweet embraceOne night of bliss.’ I could not dismiss herOnce her beauty shot me a darker face
You mesmerise my soul DianaYou mesmerise my soul