White Hellebore

Plucked from the grave on a moonless midnight

Sucking on staves, she was noted for fight

Intoxicated, I fell in love

With this curse and a cure for my rabid dementia

Let thy light, white hellebore

Share thy phosphorous resolve

Thriving in the dark like a rife fantasy

Writhing in the ardour of this toxicity

Whet my soul, white hellebore

Let our coming nights involve

Misting up the panes with thy gift to me

This twist of witchcraft with insanity petition

White hellebore

White hellebore

Snatched from the womb, pathogenic of face

Whereon innocence is petalled like a star in disgrace

Fatal perfection, I fell for thee

Poisoned by a beauty that exceeded exultation

I crave thy light, white hellebore

Spare thy phosphorous resolve

A hallucinogen running loose again

A sliver of magic in this batshit winter

Whet my soul, white hellebore

Let our coming nights involve

Burning with lust in the seasonal bend

To returning dusk and the ruts of springtime

Her bite is suffered more keenly for

Lying concealed in a field of winter roses

Who could ever have known the score?

The bitter 'neath the sweet

The bittersweet necrosis

The deep erotic wounds she bore

Empire downer

Madness drowner

A seasoned crown

The reason blackened nights surround her

I crave thy light, white hellebore

Thy phosphorous resolve

I fucking well miss this paralysis

The stopping of my heart with the slightest whisper

Whet my soul, white hellebore

Let our coming nights absolve

A feverous kiss neither of us wish

To end unfed, but mend upsets

And send regret to the mendless nevermore

White hellebore

The Sabbat calls

On lofted horns from ancient groves

That blossom full

Since frosted morns fell comatose

White hellebore

White hellebore

And I, too, will lovelorn, die

At the foot of the world she brings to life