The Brimstone Bride

SCREAMING IN THE DESERT NIGHT
The weeping witch begins to caw:
WHO SHALL SUMMON UP THE WIGHT?
And bromide, burning, breaking law,
Speaks in Tongues nailed to the wall
And soon upon the floor would scrawl

BURNING EYES AND ROTTED FLESH
Such were the witch's brew to need
WOUNDED LOVE AND EGOS FRESH
Ingredients the witch would cede
Murdered joys were squealing, fried
As soon arose the Brimstone Bride

TO THE DUKE WHO ALL SHALL FEAR
Such were the words she spoke aloud
I OFFER THIS, A PENANCE QUEER
The witch had spoke in blackened clouds
And as would rise the Brimstone Bride
The prince came to the witch's side

CHAOS, CROWS, AND CRIMSON HATE
Crawling words heaped on the night
MURDERED AT THE MIDNIGHT GATE
The witch beheld the horrid sight
As the prince was torn apart
She could see the bride's black heart