| I spy the spreading fear | 
| That crawls wormlike beneath | 
| This aging mask of time | 
| That grasps to call itself belief | 
| So down here in the valley of the shadow of death | 
| To the best denomination I have taken her soul | 
| To show just what faith-tested means | 
| Never seen the sun | 
| Never been undone | 
| Never thought her feeble screams | 
| Would court such fascination | 
| Never in a thousand years | 
| I am the lord of the bored underworld | 
| Her hand is pleasured in mine | 
| Together we will climb | 
| Past the pearly castellations | 
| A wealth of treasures to find | 
| We’ll fly crows of ill-omen | 
| Across a leaden sky | 
| To red squares of holy roman | 
| Catholicism in an eye | 
| To deeply sow where sorrow rose | 
| Having all tomorrows | 
| For our wedded union to impose | 
| The world in misery succumbs to frost | 
| Without her here I’m lost | 
| The seasons absorb the cost | 
| Together our paths are crossed | 
| Eros and thanatos | 
| One by one | 
| Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender | 
| And one by one | 
| Her defences fall, debris | 
| My will be done | 
| I shall storm the gates where fates defend her | 
| And once I’ve won | 
| Her heart will belong to me | 
| I saw her there | 
| Gathering despair | 
| By the light of the moon | 
| On the vale of Nysa | 
| I walked the endless night | 
| Before she pressed from me | 
| The swallowed seed of winter’s bite | 
| Undressed persephone | 
| So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings | 
| Let this sticky situation spur on fertility | 
| Come be my perennial Queen | 
| Never seen the sun | 
| Never been undone | 
| Never thought her velvet ports | 
| Would wean such masturbations | 
| Never in a thousand years | 
| Whithout her here I’m lost | 
| The season absorb the cost | 
| Together our paths are crossed | 
| Eros and thanatos | 
| One by one | 
| Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender | 
| And one by one | 
| Her defences fall debris | 
| My will be done | 
| I shall storm the gates where fates defend her | 
| And once I’ve won | 
| Her heart will belong to me | 
| Hades | 
| I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms | 
| Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm | 
| Lost in a skeletal dance | 
| I rent the meadow’s earth | 
| To embed her as my bride | 
| This wond’rous light of life | 
| That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside | 
| Her mouth no longer plaintive | 
| Those lips no longer dry | 
| We waltz the great halls naked | 
| Candeliit and oft obliged | 
| To deeply sow where sorrow froze | 
| Having all tomorrows | 
| To bathe in the savored afterglow | 
| To slave at the favoured crafts we know |