"Firemaker"- by Lord Caligula

She filigrees before my good right eye Her dervish twists in Celtic knots When she moves the crows flap away Come eat us another day We’re safe in her pentagram of legs I see her shiver in fire She wears her skirt of severed hands well Rivers change course with her spinning She burns with soma somatically bleeding Her soft flurry of grace sends my hell away If she would let me play with her hair I’d craft her majesty completely I’d make her a throne of my bones They’re all I’ve left since my kingdom was sundered Doom has been keeping pace and laughing uncontrollably Her smile can silence him Her kiss could kill him

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