Void Tendril - A Crone's Reptilian Eye

Halt your confessions, for the wilderness watches your penance
The piety of self-flagellation leads you to the doorstep of the witch
A fire in the woods is nothing to the black that encroaches eternal
In the sickly glow of the candle, fat and bone of infants becomes fuel
Like churned butter, entrails coat the outline of a demon
A babe condemned to ceaseless flame
The smell of hops hides blood and melting bone
Her languid shape suckles from the sheep, smearing crimson cross ivory wool
Fetid milk, nourishment to feast the familiars on the blood of the labia

The raven’s jaw mutilates grieving breast
Break his jaw, tear out his teeth
An orgasm of prayer, an expulsion of life
You were always so fucking proud
And now entombed in your arrogance you lie
There is no wolf, just defiance
The satyr’s gift is upon me, and I soar up to the moon in the company of my sisters
And I am free

Look deep into the reptilian eye of the crone, and see only exuberance