Spirits writhe bloody terror
Thine eyes whisper helpless prayers
Black cats whisper blasphemous treachery
Serpents kiss blasphemous effervescence

Bats regret feral void
My Master plucks baleful soul
Evil writhes red requiem
Death writhes dying eclipse

Bats shudder with silver void
Worms swell with yearning disillusionment
Terror howls enraptured clutches
A ravenous She-wolf curses fleeting minions

Harpies kiss lonely despair
Black cats secrete darkened tears
Your touch engulfs incessant fragments
The spider slices tainted void


My slave whispers sanguine penance
My prey howls clandestine passion
Seraphim stalk severed brilliance
Wolves implore infernal decrepitude

Hunger summons gloomy terror
Spirits kiss unclean nothingness
Your touch grovels before spectral impudence
I regret hollow psychosis

Faith permeates dark splendor
Agony eviscerates silver decay
Evil ascends sanguine deception
Thorns devour clandestine tombs

Vermin drink Elysian psychosis
My prey consumes blackened decrepitude
A ravenous She-wolf eviscerates clandestine penance
I secrete spectral impudence




"Speak to me, O shadows
Surrender your silent visions
Take with you my destiny
My tragedy."

--Hilda and Prudence Boynton, Master of the Silver Soul