The Nymph and the Ressurected Dead
with limbs like a raven
she glides through the wilderness
to the tomb of one so dark
another dawn has passed her
filthy in rags of sin
her pallor envied by the moon
her fevered lust smouldering betwixt her thighs
suitors fled from her deadly passions
lying naked bathed in their blood
gathered at her feet they writhed at the thought of her mercy
her flesh was the feast
and they were the hungered
the tomb rose up before her
and she slipped inside to find
the dead lover she once dined on
his skin peeling between her lips
the taste of crimson still lingered in her mouth
she tantilized with him with delicacy
and dressed him as her lord
when the moon rose high
in a midnight sky
she tore him limb from limb
her lover there dead
and because of her sultry torment
so now she goes to the place where he lays
to uncover what will now forever be hers
just like she remembered him
cold and distant he quietly lay
they danced amid the ruined mess
of a funerary arrangement gone to rot
she laughed as she threw his head back
in mock penance
the crows serenaded them in their undead ballet
whilst the cold winter winds whipped
the blackness within her heart
could not compare
to the death in the air that night
as she wept by his side
his blood gone dark around his lifeless body
so many years before
banished from society for being morose
she fled to her tower on the highest peak
when they heard that she had sold her soul
they all feared the worst
she disappeared into the wilderness
and learned the craft from the demon
for years she would listen to secrets revealed
and would soak up all the darkness allowed
waiting for her return
to recapture the heart of the one
placed inside a tomb
now they were together forever
her and her seemingly dead love
she poured every ounce of gloom and darkness within her
into his mouth through the fountain of her veins
and he awoke and took her kiss fervently
together the undead shall rise, she spoke to him in their native tongue
time had seprated them and society had released them to the wild
now they had come for their revenge
hand in hand these ghosts from the grave
everlasting death bells ringing in their heads
their nocturnal embrace sheltered by the moon
a wretch she was, a goddess in black
and he a ressurected lord, lost in lust for she holds his soul
her heart the color of shadows
bleeds as she laughs at the sky
as the wintery night brings winds
that lash at their bodies, glistening pressed against cold stone
carnal fantasies and bloody symphonies rage on
they escape into the icy winds
married in the bloody arms of a priest
they are together again
as the seductress and wretched siren weeps
finally with her long dead lover
