Torrid amidst the stars now bares
Her eyes hold twilight she ensnares
Spasms of lust, radiate her chalice
Rousing charms, correct this carcass
A prison reserved, for the swine
Come, triumph over their divine
Of one blood, vessel overpours
As Nuit she arches cosmic whores
Countless taunt behind gossamer veils
Succubus, banshee and siren hails
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Not but night
Between flesh and Moon
Frenzied dance
Enticing those who hewn
Of one blood, vessel overpours
As Nuit she arches
Desire to cast down
Old gods for a new
Aroused impurity
The orgy shall ensue