From the depths of sodomy came the crimson empress,
charming the sinners she sought to impress.
A traitor of faith pillaged from ancient remains,
bounding a fetal body in liquid chains.
The altar of despair was filled to the brim,
spoiled blood took the shape of a vile seraphim.
Echoes of disaster follow her vermillion trail,
from disintegrating corridors her blasphemers wail.
An empress was born from the flesh of misfits,
an ocean of corpses fueled her uncanny wits.
The crimson empress drank from her clouded apostles,
chaos and misfortune on a scale colossal.
Empress of the Devil's whores she was named,
profanely reveling in scarlet inflamed.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...