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