| She slept in ecstasy | 
| In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies | 
| Freed from Christ’s frigid regime | 
| And rigid nails… | 
| She was first in church | 
| To lick her lips and self-debased | 
| Each waking second felt like heaven | 
| In the scarlet One’s embrace | 
| And at last, clear memories, aghast | 
| Relinquished their control | 
| All things held dear to the wretched past | 
| Coalesced within her soul | 
| Madness crept into her sight | 
| Though her sinful gaint | 
| Spoke of nothing to the contrary | 
| Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life | 
| Her piece of broken mirror | 
| Barely recognised | 
| The worm was turning | 
| For here sat grinning Victoria | 
| Who, no three weeks ago | 
| Was flogged red to euphoria | 
| For her dour love of God | 
| And the ardour of his crows | 
| Cold cloisters kept the dead apart | 
| At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 
| She stepped in ecstasy | 
| Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies | 
| Freed into love’s reacquainted dream | 
| And sudden gales… | 
| Night grew sultry late September | 
| A man came from the village | 
| Through the woods | 
| To help with harvest | 
| She was burning like the fields | 
| All her vows lay unfulfilled | 
| His name was Isaac, silent, blessed | 
| A mute whose tongue impressed her lately | 
| But now red skies darken | 
| The rooks lament | 
| Windswept maelstroms harken | 
| The approach of Lilith’s nightmare kingdom | 
| The woman in her astral dreams | 
| Became more vivid, livid, obscene | 
| Scatted on the throne of onyx blasphemies | 
| Emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream | 
| Darkness crept into her face | 
| She stood erect | 
| And spoke of riches and their whereabouts | 
| Finding in Isaac the need to place | 
| A hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out | 
| For now stormed the vainglorious | 
| In her palace of mass delight | 
| Her power dawned victorious | 
| Victoria the key, her mind unfastened | 
| By flights of morbid fancy | 
| Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong | 
| Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions | 
| Spiking through impatient song | 
| Cold cloister kept the dead apart | 
| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 
| The gate to hell was forced apart | 
| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart |