Chalice (Vessel Consanguineous) VIII
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
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
