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To lunar deities that pave deadways
Twixt the living and the grave
Amor E Morte
To cast our feral shadows there
We made love bleed on a deathbed shared
Where, begging me to feed
To best be were

I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore
New lusts eclipsing lips
That brought me to this verge of War
With inner beasts unleashed
To feast, fuck and run
Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts
Forged on heat with setting suns

I love the night
It would murder my soul
Should I ever fall blind
For though thy flesh haunts
I keep also in mind
The stampede of clouds
From dusk's predatory sky