Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
A ruby more radiant than the moon
Unveiled her face to me
The most enchanting creatre concieved by the gods, a flame of beuty
She infused my mind with her desire
And my heart, with her grave poetry

From grace I hath fallen in love with thee
You scent, and feminine lure
And the jade cast eyes that unshered in the most libidinous
Erotic, laden fantasies amid the wamr summer night
She lured me from the rich Mascarade
And we held each other in the bloodlusted moonlight
Enchanting Venus, what spell thou hast cast
Such vial dark majik to lust me to your breast
Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
Like whisping waves upon Ulangi's beach
In a void of soft melodies and voices laden with purest of tone
Phantomed the dieing trees
This destruct dark temptress consumed me

In the pale Azured dawn
I scratched free of my sleep
On the sea misted lawn where stone figured, forlorn
Lamented specture of Her
Bewildered and frail, yet heart trudging on
I hunged for past overtures
The curse of sleeplessness an her ardent caress
Came much more then my mind could endure

I at once endouvered to see her ahain
Awakeing in midnights hour
Knowing not even her name
On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
I danced like a blind acolyte
Drunken on blood, her deceassed lips resting upon mine
Suffuced with perfume of night

For aeons I scoured the surrounding grounds
In vain that we might cross again
When stormcloud broke, ashended fatigued.
I sought refuge in a cemetary
Sleep, usher dreams
Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether

But poised necture within me stirs
Up feverous desire and morbid wantings to scan
Through the cobweb drapery where she lurks
Goddess of the Grave and the Twilight ashone
Her flawless beuty her very visauge compels
Gliompse unto heaven where ghost companies fell
To the mourning loss of the child
Fleeting, enshadowed
Thou art keen to my sin
Secrets die, wouldst thou inflict
The morning sun unto my skin?
Dose thou wisht me away?
With crimson sacrifice
So my cunt may tweist against thy kiss
and creep with newfound life?

Dark angels taste now my tears!
And whisper your haunting requiems
Softly to mine ear
Need-fires have lures abominations here...

Nocturnal Pulse

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Phaestian, in the year 264 AF.