Illicitus Cradle of Filth

Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery
And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure
Deep-swathes of gloom that once cocooned me in dark livery
Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure

Alas it's true
The beast you knew
Found breath anew
In the taut heartstrings of love's assassin

She was a huntress
And an alabaster bride
A Venus not averse to taking sides

And in all my centuries
Bar Carmillas in cerse
Never had I fallen save for foolish pride

As we walked, our affrighted lanterns
Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies
The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms
Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise

Illicitus

Illicitus