Poem to Aratron

[Saggg]

Art thou tempted, in this sacred place?
Wispy, and weathered, and ragged dark faced?
No one can hear, and nobody sees,
what's done in darkness, except you and me.
.........
Vampiric fasting withal deep desiree,
aspirations of gladness with angelic choirs;
succubi seminal inversive force,
copulations of incubus beyond its course.
Death and destruction and deep is the way,
here in the domain of htred and pain.
War is aghast, as a ghoul haunts the fields,
to perfect it's manner, once blood has been spilled.
Collective somber, and darkness as light.
Resting in meditations of this night.
Forceful and steel-bearing, reflect on the sight,
as the outer wheel of seven, in splendour takes flight.

Here in the marriage of heaven and hell,
the mother of both awaits behind the veil.
The flowing of sweetness exudes from black bossom,
this awesome completeness of death, now in blossom.

Mojuba Aratron.

Saggg