Hymn 4: You Are Voodoo Dark

You are Voodoo dark.
Breathe me in
and cradle my soul in the torture well.
Do me so twisted in the way you leave your lovers marked
and crying lonely, begging for the touch of cold lovin’ lust.

I know your ways, by God!
And by the Gods you were forsaken before even Lillith walked.
And now she cowers before your shadow and mews at your feet
like even I do when you darken my door and cool my bed.
And silence the murders reverent over your latest kill.

My lover. Silent – Evil.
Wicked in ways yet to be defined by literati and mapped by body.
As I said…you are so Voodoo dark and the Sun has run away.
I am looking to my window now and I see the night is falling,
I feel that cold air rising and know that you are near…ahh! my darkling darling.

Those crows are gone, we are alone.
Come, take me to this bed.
Lie me down and make me bare before you.
Breathe me in…
oh goddess, please give me rest!


-Tutivillus