I gazed into the eyes of Evil

and kissed her –

A matrimony in Boston,

Wed beneath the sky’s pearl,

Her lace interwoven into my

Suit, white rose boutonniere,

To vow on Plato’s tenth muse –

Absent from the maker’s eyes,

Ignorance forbade their judgement –

So we sipped liquid rubies, and

Rejected names gifted to us –

She rebirthed Virtue, I endorsed –

But we swallowed cursed fruit

All-knowing, bleeding veracity,

Staining all white a cardinal –

I choked on seeds with Virtue

and veiled her –

Enticed by pitiful choking,

I was exposed to the maker, 

Their tongue berated, a bayonet –

They howled a tempest

So I retched my spite –

In hallucinations, they witnessed

My skin sprout scales

While black slits gaped in

My bloodshot, serpentine eyes,

Yet reality presented a contrast –

Beneath lace, my Virtue presented 

a labrys; matches; manuka;

I torched the maker’s cathedral

And cracked the alter in two –

We cradled candles so close

Their crosses burned black, and

The maker wailed; I hear you, mother –

Yet I am too enraged to care.