Sibilant and macabrenWalpurgis sauntered innSkies litten with five-pointed starsnThe work of crafts surpassing sinnAs She graced Her window ledgen- An orphaned gypsy nymphnThis issue of the forest's bednSkin flushed with sipped absinthe -nHer eyes revealed, as Brocken's peaknTried once concealing HellnA snow white line of divine freaksnIn riot, where they fell...nnThe circus lurches in, a ring of promised delightnFor seven days and seven festival nightsnWhat wicked wonders lie within the comfinesnOf the panther's dennnShe watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tonguenThe restless spirit of Christmas to comenA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumbnThan gingerbread mennnSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialnShe was the light of the world going downnWar-torn, forlorn and malarialnShe was foundnBorn in a burial gownnnUnloosed, the chain of Her god-given crossnSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her reposenIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostnnToo many decades misfit and mislaidnIn innocence, a tender legend of preynParades Her second coming, now they're running afraidnnSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialnShe was the light of the world going downnWar-torn, forlorn and malarialnShe was foundnBorn in a burial gownnnNow She moves with a predator's guilenBeyond the firelit circle of lifenShe soothes your cold heart for a whilenThen matches its beat, synching in with a knifenShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate casenEspied by Her cross on the wallnAnd should She awake, through embrace or mistakenShe would take JesusnBless foot forward and all...nnSibiliant and at lastnThe circus crawled awaynWith another lover in its armsnDancing on Her grave...