Forgive the day's
  Last serenades
  Her skies they bruise like Nordic women
  Deep Crimson stains
  That Death would claim
  His robes of office swim in
  
  As would I
  For His dark eye
  Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
  On charred remains
  With shared disdain
  For those I chose to mortify
  
  Their cries
  Have paralysed
  And the smoke has chocked these vistas
  But still I lie
  Though tears have dried
  On the grave of my Clarissa
  
  A verse for Her whispered to the earth
  (A lover's curse is a see-through coffin)
  Praise Her curves so oft concurred
  
  Though she was…
  No Snow White on the night She died
  Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over
  Lipped with blood and secrets pried
  
  For on and in they spread Her wide
  That seraph bride
  The Devil's pride
  Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise
  
  But they would writhe
  For my dark eye
  Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's
  On Esther's reign
  And in this vein
  I saw their lust still stain Her thighs
  
  Their cries
  Have paralysed
  And the smoke has chocked these vistas
  But still I lie
  Though tears have dried
  On the grave of my Clarissa
  
  Beneath these tress where the mist enwreathes
  Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches
  A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry…
  
  I was…
  No dark knight, breaking men like ice
  I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over
  Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
  
  Now I dream
  Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
  Where beauty streams
  Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
  To tear out Her spells
  In red lettered cells
  Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
  Come out of His arrogant shell
  Would falter to better
  
  But her face soon dispels
  And as black feathers fell
  From heaven's smoke
  So I woke to insanity
  Her exquisite corpse
  Found fit for their sport
  Of course
  Would burn on the morrow with me…
  
  And there on this night
  Strung up in my sight
  Naked She sways
  Displayed for their vulgar delight
  
  I scream through my bars at the stars
  That for these crimes of mine solace me
  
  I will fear not the flames
  That to passion are tame
  Not nearly the same searing pain
  (I pray) as held sway upon losing Her
  Nor the mettle of roars
  That will settle like ashes and scores
  As with our ghosts in the fog
  When we both turn no more