Canticle of the Night

Like the voyeur enraptured by erotic vociferation
Night abducts dusk in her chill proclamation
Caterwaul restless wolves from their dank forest mansions
The Canticle of the Night

Robed in the darkening hymns of dusk
Born a craven thirst for feminine lust
I stalk my game, down cobbled lane, to blood's beacon of hedonistic flame
Transfixed amongst revellers and wine
A place of such pleasure there can be no crime
Intimate suffering, to thrill my craving, but once contrived it is so becoming

Evensong resounding in a thoughtless race
To seduce my love twixt a fever's embrace
The fragrant attar of the vulpine Eve
Such heat her pallid portrait bequeaths

Pure of salt and sweet of death
I, the darkness at her breast

To thee I pledge my love
Excise the flesh and suck the blood
With whimpers of licentious despair
You arouse my strength and I leave you bare

Bittersweet tears I lap from staring eyes
Hiss at the dawn and heed the watchman's cries
Savour the corpse with a parting kiss
Swiftly retire unto my cryptic abyss
Cradled within earth's grave embrace
I await the moon's forthcoming face
And the restless wolves to eerily recite
The Canticle of the Unhallowed Night