Monday, May 16, 2005

Magnum Opus

Truly better than perfect
Hypervenusimia - such a creation
Such rare beauty without defect
Molded inside the slaughtered mansion.
With golden halo surrounded by horns
An angel with dirty feet
On that deep dark night she was born
from a golden palace underneath.
Could it be a wild angel in a savage heaven
Like a perfume with a putrid scent
Could it be a monster walking like a fair maiden
In a paradise of a gloomy garden.
Surrender for her beauty, kneel for her charm
Bow to her and kiss her feet and arms
No!... be courageous and oppose
For she is hell's magnum opus.