Night Beholds the Supreme Clandestine - Twilight Ophera

Firestorms and lightning flare the black-red sky

Like heavens burn by the grandous flame

As malevolent rain swipes my vindictive face

I saw her standing beyond the turnished grave

Desire licks my elated heart

With rapid impulse of acquisitive blood

She turns around and interrupts the breath

Violently I sense her dismay inside

I grasp the poisonous air of hunger and grave

She disguises herself in the shield of shadows

But luminous moonlight reveals her hideout

Night beholds the supreme clandestine

And whispering voices ensnare her to step on my side

I nail her frighten eyes with my glance

And mesmerised she was, lost her chance

I lay her down on the ebony podium

And savour the scent of velvet skin

As candles draw shadows

To her luscious nakes body

I rise my gleaming blade

Like beast inside I rage

Sin and disgrace

Engrave the flesh of aroused whore

Enchantment of malice

Rivalry between lust and scorn

My reflection in the drop of blood

The bizarre bounce of impervious Seducer

So cruel that fall has such beauty

In spectacle where soul raptured

From the tormented body