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ArtistNights came tralling ghost concertos Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse Her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted Her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed, Taunting sick Her tender prey She glided in Her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in Violent Overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of god A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of ill-will Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in Violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives She stole
A gothic woman in a black dress holds a staff under a full moon with ghostly figures and a misty purple light in the background.