She walks among stars as gods
bathed in blood

Her bosom maggots feast

Her eyes
an enchanting promiscuous carnelian culmination
such as one can't resist

A silent epitaph belies a deadly kiss bliss
until nothingness

You surrender

For death is sweeter than water
gold sex and taxes

Drink ye up lads and lasses
for her love discriminates not

Fill ye bowels of concupiscence
and prepare to meet

My Queen

*An ode to Anne Rice, 'Queen of the Damned.'