Mary Lee

From hell I am choked outward
A fiery burning sweeps my feet
And dies softly upon ashen flowers
Standing naked upon mossy stone
I spread my fingers and probe
The gothic lettering of Mary Lee
She ‘hath died upon the cross
A heretic and a witch’
And who was born again to teach foolish men
The fates of their desires

Moon-lit horizon lights my way
To the lonesome shadow of a home
Surely this vessel hath honey to sap
And so I glide upon the starry path
No god or prayer can quench my delight
For this night is mine, and it is time
For my victim to dream his fatal wish

Soundly he sleeps like a babe
Too innocent for hell
But he’ll succumb!
For by my fiery beauty I am the temptress!
He’s as innocent and ignorant as I was
When my flesh was seared at the stake
And now to end the doting
And begin what’s to be done

Quietly into the unconscious mind
The mind of a man
Timid and weak

Sifting through his memories
I slither
Thick perfumes of lily and rose
Embrace him while I search

Images of blood and hate
Churn those of love and sympathy
Together they have formed a secret compact
A collusion of deceitful intent
He had killed a man in cold blood
Loved a women in warm blood
Surely he is a lukewarm man
Driven by primal instinct
The beast has won my brimstone heart

Though I am of the succubi
And by code cannot love a man
He is the fire to my naughty wick
And love him I do
Loving him in touch would
Be his infernal karma
But as I am driven by the primal too
By my passion I must seal his tomb

I whisper in a seducing tone
Sweet nothings that penetrate his bones
Moaning Mary, he bites the bait
On the oaken bed we fornicate

Love me wretch, man of evil
I have come for you
On wings of lust
Forfeit all the civilities of humanity
Codes, manners, kindness, trust
Glut your passion into my womb
And build within it, your devilish tomb

Hours passed and once at last
The roaring of his earnest heart
Lapsed into a faint, mild bark
Hugging him tightly
I feel the flesh grow cold
And all the while, he appeared so bold
On wings of lust I had fluttered to his side
And on wings of despair I fly with his legacy
It grows inside
Grows too the pang of longing
For memories of his touch and belonging
In a world I never knew

I stand once more upon the tomb of Mary Lee
Sitting there I note the sky
Orangey dye taints the black
And traces a shadow along the words
Mary Lee

A foe greater than Empathy has
Defeated me this day
Feeling lost and feeling found
I cry for Mary Lee

Mary Lee,
I'll die for thee
By Love’s will I’ll set you free.