Dionysian Shadows
Haunt with eyes of a Bengal.
Maiden fair, under cypress,
Cries her tears of amethyst.
Your ivory heart pours and cleanses mine,
Devouring the scars that have clawed my mind.
Maiden blessed with enduring love,
Let me follow through the vines above.
Tempter's blood, its allure,
Draws from lust the elixir.
Fruit of the vine,
Graze her crown so divine.
Your ivory heart pours and cleanses mine,
Purity melts within veins of wine.
Maiden borne in amaranth,
Forgive me, I am only a man.
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