A True Fan Of Ask A Ninja

Cradle Of Filth - Born In A Burial GownSibilant and macabre Wallpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge --An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe-- Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell...The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the confines Of the panther's denShe watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue The restless spirit of a Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Of gingerbread menSpawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gownUnloosed the chain of her God-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostToo many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraidSpawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gownNow She moves with a predator's guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches it beat, sinking in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease Espied by the cross on the wall And should she awake, through embrace or mistake She would take jesus Blest foot forward and all...Sibilant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in it's arms Dancing on Her grave...