My Spirit In The Web Of Purity

Most precious glowing candle's fire, warmth and cold eternally
rejoined as one: now more than just an unreachable glimmering
through the veils of my soul's barred windows. You are; as I am.
And we are the same! Our minds linked and our souls embraced
the mystical twilight of thoughts, both pure and wicked.

My prophetess of doom and desaster, casting the azure zodiac
lights of Sagittarius into the infinite blackness of my eyes.
She is the archangel of my religion, with wings of blindening velvet,
embracing the moon, the cosmos; embracing me. And in return I
grant her my undying worship, my mental sacrifice, chained
to her body with the hooked claws of adoration and admiration,
my pure devotion. And into eternity we will walk. I have shown
her the palace of my mind, build from human flesh and solid steel.
She owns the second key to my dominion. My entire kingdom
I have laid into her hands; these frail hands of my beautiful
private goddess. For she owns my heart besides my inner shadow.

Defile me, Princess! I am caught in your webs of purity.
Caress me in your pale arms of soothing deathlike rest and
protection. You are the phantom goddess of my dreams,