The Knell that Boded True my Soul’s Doom
Halt friend! See there through the city smog
That winter fogs in Paris thicken
That vision flit from club to taxi
Wrapped in furs of luxury
And speed off with fawning attendants
That round Her busied servility, due rank?
Well friend, I know Her as well as any can
That are smitten and are by glamour taken
And worn the barbed crown of lover
Her renown is etched in many scars
Hangs as banners on castle walls
Escutcheons chiselled with Her initial
That stab the heart of prince and rouge
Yes I knew Her well believe me, and behind Her chariot
Was chained as willing captive of Her Triumphs
A mind as rich as Hers draws followers
Soon become Her prisoners
Twas in Northern climes She walked
None know Her ancestry but guess
A lofty Lord sired this Lady
And Queenly warrioress of Hades
Knowing Leith’s cold shores and dank mirrors
She’s much renowned in many dark arts
As if Darling Sin were Her infant tutor
By Book and Bell was She learned
An acharya of many ancient scrolls
And psychodramas initiating slavery
I admit i crawled to be a sacrifice
And begged damnation if it made Her smile
Better still the scourge of Her wicked laughter
The knell that boded true my soul’s Doom
By electronic web, by internet i first glimpsed Her
And by some dark longing drawn
To meet this Lady of some known infamy
Who’s eyes did pierce even from afar
And made more radiant
The dull achromatic days of drones
And so i met first as client then as bonded acolyte
And was so inculcated with deep want of Her
And longed to kiss Her lavish hurts
And be a canvas for Her to paint with knives
And in a knot of cock cage and mind cage
Were my potencies tethered
My soul itself saddled for harsh rides
Friend, you may dispute my veracity
But gaze upon these serried brands
That mark my back where She has walked
And the Sanskrit runes here tattooed
And in my head Her constant incantations!
You did not see Her or witness that radiant persona
How daily at altar She dons
A mask of charismatic Beauty
The better to lure the cocksman to his fall
To snare the erotic fool
In long dalliance of mental torture
And i too took those steps seemed preordained
Was drawn to that fire beneath a smile of ice
Drawn by hypnotic wand and choral spell
By studied whispers that insinuate
By the rich apparel of enigmatic Beauty
Into that perverted labyrinth
Down cold stone steps hurried
The keys at Her waist as cold as She
And in narcotic drag triggered by Her verbal slaps
Was lowered to the ceremony of the dead
And under altar crawled through the birthing channels
To rebirth as blessed minion, yes one of the soul dispossessed!
But this journey of deepest lust after many years
Was broken by an accident and long recuperation
But i tell you friend, long in the ward did i toss
Her tranquillisers vying with theirs
And even now in this momentary meeting
Outside this alley club
Seeing Her hurry to Her carriage
With creatures at Her heels
Her wicked power returns in a frenzy
For i tell you friend, She will never leave me
A cellular addiction has She inculcated
There is no herb or balm to staunch the wound
For always Her afterimage, the erotic photogene
Like the aftersting after pleasure
In my brain left resonating like a hellish echo
This i call her spell
The long lingering vision of Her Beauty
And majestic terror – i dare not think on Her
But i’m broken and crawl again
And will walk to a chime of chains, the perfumed
Dungeon and boudoir of sin call
– my soul wings home to a wretched summons
To the Miztress of Tears is sent a witch’s morsel
Friend, i’m but a trinket adorns Her stinging wand.
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