Lupercalia Poem by corvus corax

Her raven tresses
Curl in sombre poetic symphony
Neath dusky eyes
Of jade seduction beneath twilights gilded drape
Wide lidded like startled gazelles
With a form that no God dared meld
She moved in midnights close reverie
Alabaster skin no Blake could ever sculpt
And finely chiseled features
Delicate yet cruelly fiendish
A rictus to smote tigers aborted

Ah great deity
Who smiled when thee
Took air and life
Sweet desire and hearts broken asunder
Amid the wake of Lupercalia
For she could charm the very angels
To fall in lustful libertine ways
Wanton Circe had no enchantment
Like that of the dark Lupercalia
With ivory carved limbs
She could have seduced a God to sin
Such was the ravishing beauty
Of the ebony snow witch Lupercalia

As wolves slack jawed
Howled their dirge overtures
To skies wed by snowy peaks
And ravens flew jagged across
The turbulent seething skies
I swooned long ago at her merciless feet
My life as ragged as her cimmerian talons

By crashing sea
Over the grim moors
My forsaken love still calls
Her name over driving wind
And pestilential rain that falls in heavy torrents
Over memories like scarlet silk
Ripped among the thorny weeds
And hemlock
Promising darkest oblivion

Please my darling
Let me kiss your wan pale cheeks
And lick the aconite
From your ruby cruel lips
I will twine black nightshade
In your inky black
Waterfall of panther like hair
A worthy poison for another
My sweet dark Lupercalia

Fallen angel
You stole my heart
And death hath carried you away
To stygian abyss
Your immortal wild soul grasped by Hades awful will

Over your stony grave
I dash myself
With agony tearing my torn heart strings
Thy tainted ways succour me
As I claw stinking soil
From your still grave
Only the elements witness
Your despoiled disinterment
I clasp reeking remains
To my bosom
As black earth falls
From hideous bone and skull
Your hair clotted and matted with filth
Blows listlessly about
I breath in your sickly aroma
Of decomposition and deathly wake

Fold me into your mouldering malodorous embrace
And wrap me in your tattered shroud
Whimpering I lick your gaping wide sockets
Wishing for some life to arouse me
Yet you will never die
My darling Lupercalia
We will rot in perfect decay together
None shall disturb our funeral fornication

Death is my opium