Chill is the Ice

Consume the moon
With heavy overcast
Draw the curtain of burnished black
Beyond dimensions
Winter's ascension
Touched my brow and begged me back
To a winterscape
In forest land
Where sibylline snow silhouetted the damned
As ice I was cold
In Her wintry hold
The dweller in Her hand

Like a ghost She hosts the night
Chained with the moans of menstrual slaughter
A vanquished daughter
To the light

Chill is the ice

Again She came
In generous frost
When autumn passed on a rotting bier
Intent She prowled
Cruelly aroused
Shedding shivers in a helix of fear
Beneath the lace
Of Her frozen embrace
She promised me eternity
I stirred from dark dreams
Into darker ravines
Where crossroads scheme with destiny

And as Hers to serve I rise
Over kingdoms tempting tragedy
The darkest apathy
She conspires

Chill is the ice