All mirrors lead to my palace
My exotic pleasure temple
Wherein my court is both
Gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene
For where pumps the true heart of life
There too seeps corruption
And from this my new 
Eden of nightshades
Black hen-bane, sphinxes
Opium and roses weaned on tears and blood
Will rise up like lust
And the shadow of my dark consort
Shalt extend himself
Across the face of the world
And hell will come with him
Part of the garden, her dark 
EdenFed blood by poisoned fronds
My heart hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of despond
But only now
A path lies straight before me
The maze is ploughed half through with hate
Andpher crop is dripping red
Beyond eleventh hour
Her beauty and brute power
Grows stronger by the day
And with each rose that she deflowers
The longer her throes of madness stay
In her grip on shredded sheets
Once our fingertips had dug and clutched
She whispered dreadful things to me
She wanted war with 
GodThe underdog baring sharpened teeth
With her armies raised from suffering
To ascend on jet black wings
She'd break off holy limbs
On the racks of her witch hunt
And crush the church beneath her heel
The Pope in homage to her cunt
A dark horse forcing nightmares
To wring submissive dry
A vampire madam batter-fang
With vicious streaks, a mile wide
Beyond eleventh hour
Her kiss has turned dismissive
Her glance holds slight contempt
Instead those eyes burn on the prize
Of fates she really likes to tempt
In her grip on shredded sheets
Gasping from conquered peaks of passion
She whispered dreadful things to me
She wanted war with 
GodThe underdog baring sharpened teeth
With her armies raised from suffering
To ascend on jet black wings
She'd tear down mighty spires
Then rear them up anew
Orders forged to her desires
The eleventh hour nearly through
Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists
That cause all souls to stray
How to resist those seductive gifts
On the shore of her unholy ways?
She calls my name so softly
From deep banks of scented fog
I almost lose myself before it starts
But my spirit keeps its silence
As I drift across the lake
A glimpse of harem secrets
Now her velvet curtain parts
She is glaring like the moon
The wind dies down, eavesdropping
As I bow before her throne
And she descends to greet me
Like the royal bitch to which she's grown
Come closer, what have you to say?
Black cat got your tongue?"I am not your slaveNor are you my saviorBut Isaac, I'm the only oneI hold those cold deceiving eyesHer once hypnotic gazeAnd pledge eternal love then walk awayThunder seethes behind meDeath adjusts her favorite maskAnother lover smotheredBy her sanguinary darknessClasped in the garden, here you heardThis story blustered throughI asked her pardon, swore my wordI'd score her sweetmeats just like youFor only nowThe truth lies prone before meI couldn't leave her even if she stormedThe heavens as were promisedBeyond eleventh hourLilith, the abyss, the slithering mistsWill come for you this eveLustrous the cusp of her lingering trystBefore those fatal kisses bleedBeyond eleventh hourShe will make of you a playthingScant amusement for her bedAnd when naked flesh forgets to singShe'll take your ****ing soul insteadMidnight strikes, the candles sputterMuttering their reeking spellsI snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutterThese words, I speak are gates to hell