Secret letters name the beast

that conquers each abyss.

Dragon of dusky iron, scales agleam,

plunges the wet cave's fevered dream,

petals splay wide, pearl throbs, drums hum,

trumpets march strumming; gates quiver and succumb.

Ivory spear commands, hidden ring unclasps,

spirit breaks free in tight spasms,

wasted seed floods the barren crypt's keep,

the servant proudly rises and claims her throne.

Crimson horse, up and down the valley,

velvet hills clamp tight in hot embrace,

the beating heart caressed by musk, by lust,

her eyes ignite, the profane sacrament anoints her lips.

Knight of lust, the gated well, one deep plunge,

no more hunger, the wet gallop builds fierce and fast,

silk cascades gripped tight, eyes entwined, sealed words choke,

muffled hymns rise, nectar flows and finds its haven; all is clear at last.