By Draconis Blackthorne
Loins aflame in Hellfire
Rode The Beast upon The Black Earth
Supped the milk of Lust
To bring the abomination forth...
There the creature stirred
In the womb of blackest dark
Spawned in nightmarish thrall
Bane of mortals and blindlight...
Unto the fullness of her breast
Nectar-laden ecstasy flows into the cup
Eternal Mother of The Night
Infernal Gods expectant...
A Magic blessed night
Fires burned high 'neath the haloed moon
Chanting of the phantoms opens the Gates
The Horned One presides...
Demonic seed germinates
Upon The Sabbath dusk
A turn of Nine in timelessness
The chosen bride possessed...
In pangs of pain and bliss
The Pentagram wheel marks another enchanted pike
In the heart of frost and storm
Devil incarnate born...
Devil Mother, Daemon Madonna
We hail Thee this night
By thy grace, the pit of Hell
Thine cloak holds comfort to its own...
A Birthday poem in Homage to My dear Mother.