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A virgin born from vestal flames

Created fantasies from wicked lifestreams

My goddess with darkened raven hair

You breed new flesh to our solemn dreams.

A wicked night, in the evening mist

Blurs the whispers, of your precious breath

Moonlight glows, its lucid visions

I summon to you, the beauties of death.

Palace of the moons, it shines on you

And on this face, she beckons a light

Sacred identities, between the cloister arches

You wilt to bloom, your sparkling eyes so bright.

Deep in thought, yet still she hears

Light steps rustling over the leaves

The goddess remains here to stay

In the garden below the shades of eve.

Immortality shall dare come near

Marionette is scared of the light

She guides the black gates in her mind

As this vision is revealed in sight.

"You wilt, wither, fall from grace...

to bloom, conceive, bring new life to this place..."

Marionette, and now you shall know

Our last meeting will end in death

You shall bring us to bitter fantasy

Your love is cold, it steals my breath.

Dark chandliers and victorian black gates

Blessed with an erotic strong desire

Listen now, as my tongue consumes you

I quench this love's perpetual fire.

"Marionette, for now I bid you farewell

We shall meet soon again another day

A sweet spell festered in your blue eyes

You lie in misery, amidst dreadful pain."