taste my meat without guilt
hunger no more upon your unholy knees
an offering is made
there is no reason to resist
logic cannot withstand my plea
banish the sun, my dear
beat it down along with me
welcome my brutality
we make an art of darkness
the white widow enveloped in the night
hidden from those who cannot see
her beauty unfolding
they want to burn her
but not in the way we have been burning
staked down, relishing our own fluids
congregating in the orchard
of the forbidden fruits we covet
purity has been found wanting, overrated
give in to what you crave
sink into the ground with us
to sleep in our communal grave