Honey and Sulphur

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Whre so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum

Submitted by johnmansley — Nov 07, 2025

"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken counsel with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon... They spoke of Gilles e Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives were thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On The Siege of Orléans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to Heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles de Rais Gilded Gilles de Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled back skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Nov 07, 2025