Posted by Wurdolak(Tony G.) on August 28, 2000 at 11:50:50:
Death has clothed your limbs,
And lays on your Heart like a millstone.
But Corruption shall never touch you.
Your short pennifore of velvet and satin,
betrays the Beauty of your legs, more Beautiful
than the pink-alabaster columns of a Grecians temple.
I will be the Necromancer of your Beauty, to call it to view in your Glass Coffin when I want to see You. From the feasting of vermin have I rescued you for my eyes only.
And when the full moon is in your eyes and Heart,
feast on my Love and my Flesh.
for Children Of The Grave we have become.
Your Eyes for vurdulaki are almost Unbearable,
for They shine with the Light of my Love and the Sun.
Consume me with the gaze of your pure Heart.