Talons of a Gothic Mind

She! Talons of a gothic mind,

Steel of blue her chilly stare,

Pitch of black her fetid blood;

And out of this, an evil care



To terrorise the weeping kind

Befogged in mental mire; to rape

The shore with phallic waves –

And all for lust, her one desire:



Corrupt the sand of innocence

Without a case for penitence,

Or cause for such as reticence -

And scream aflamed in priapismic fire.