Measure

Candles flicker on a breeze

Barely felt, source unseen,

Chanting spoken- most fell verse

 long lost hymn, its host perverse

“Come hither spirit, from realm afar-

Open doorways left unbarred-

For thine entry, scripture spoken-

Blood dripped from this breast mine only token.”

Candles extinguished, presence coming

Forth from tear in spirit’s barding

See its claws now pushing forth

See its most unholy birth

Straight from a place of raining fire

To your bower, now your pyre

A serpent’s tongue caress your thigh

Rivulets of pleasure from on high

Dragon’s claws to rend your breast

Demon’s head putting to the test

The limits of your idea of pleasure

Come now priestess, let’s test your measure

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