cradle of filth 2

THE FOREST WHISPER MY NAME 2

We embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restricition is bled from the veins of my neck
to drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and the perfume of the flesh on the murderous breeze to learn from the dark and the voices between
this is my will...
the forest whisper my name... again and again
when the moon is full
we shall assemble to adore the potent spirit of your queen, my mother great diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery yet has not won its deepest secrets, then my mother will teach her, in truth all things as yet unknow
Iwalk the path to the land of the dark inmortals
where the hungry ones will carry my soul as the wild hunt careers through the boughs
come to me, my pale enchantress in the moon of the woods we kiss
artemis be near me in the arms of the ancient oak where daylight hangs by a lunar noose and the horned,hidden -one is reinvoked
the priciple of evil evolution has been recalled
beneath the spread of the magickal aeon I stand enthralled ...in the whispering forest
pale, beyond porch and portal, crowned with leaves, she stands , who gathers all things mortal, with cold inmortal hands , her languid lips are sweeter, than love's who fears to greet her, to men that mix and meet her, from many times and lands. (A.C. SWINBURNE)