Goethe

Goethe

A portrait of Beauty:
The air around her is intoxicating.
She drowns your soul
in a green "veil of sweet darkness."

Her eyes are seductive
as she devours your flesh--
"A monster, forever devouring,
regurgitating, chewing and gorging."

Dragging you to her sacrificial altar,
she laughs with a witches' cackle
as pleasure becomes pain
and pain becomes pleasure.

Around her ankles--a snake,
glowing in the dark.
Hidden behind her back
a dagger for your heart.

She touches your lips--
entwined in "The Last Kiss of all,
                        cruelly sweet."
As monsters beget monsters...

                                     from "Whistling Past the Graveyard"