Azathoth Amaranth
Amaranth
That night the wind moaned eerily like the baying of wolves in chorus
Who worship the moon so drearily in the gloom-haunted womb of the forest
The glow exuded by the moon entered my window, filled the room
And entranced me like sirens luring vessels to their doom
A frightful blight of benightmared slumber
Daemoniac visions rent my dreams asunder
Plagued by haunting images of love, sex, and death
Of the fair enchantress, my beautiful Elizabeth
Of halo-strangled seraphim—Of hanging heretics
Of my beloved, fallen angel dangling derelict
Ghastly phantasmagoria!
I waked and arose from restless repose
Flew to the window, then at length I froze
I beheld a distant figure, an apparition in the fog
Donning the familiar visage of my lost love
She came unto me like Ligeia in the night
Enrobed in velvet shadows like nocturnal wings in flight
And beckoned me to follow her through the gnarled trees
To the fog-enshrouded mausoleum plagued by death’s disease
Seduction from beyond the grave
Desire’s nocturnal call
Her amaranthine beauty unscathed
She claimed my heart and soul
I proceeded without fear or the slightest hesitation
Blinded by her beauty and the persuasion of temptation
With scarlet kiss, she licked my lips and grasped me hungrily
Her eyes, afire with fervent desire, seduced me utterly
We coalesced by candlelight
Baying like the wolves in the dead of night
Our midnight tryst—bedewed with mist—was abruptly interrupted
By the dark, unholy terror of ecstasy corrupted
A horrific feeling sent my head reeling with nauseating dread
Repulsive revelation: copulation with the exhumed dead
The spell inexplicably lifted, I stared aghast at my betrothed
My delicate rose, decomposed—wilted, withered, and unclothed
Vermin squirmed in every orifice of my beloved, rotting bride
Who lured me to her lair of lust, where evil doth reside
I endeavoured to cry out, but alas! no sound escaped me
Bound by lifeless limbs, rigor-mortis-stiffened to enslave me
Crimson tears leaked through the walls—The coffin filled with blood
Stifling my gurgling screams as the casket lid creaked shut
In the stillness of the gentle woods, amidst the wintry breeze
A piping could be heard resounding through the twisting trees
A funeral dirge—sung by carrion birds—for the woman who captured my heart