Crimson Litany 🩸

Within the veil of midnight’s womb, Where shadows breathe and roses bloom, She waits in halls where time decays, A monarch forged from ancient praise. Her eyes—two moons in dying red, Soft hymns of hunger gently said. Her kiss a grail, her breath a blade, She reigns where souls are lost, not saved. --- She drinks from stars, seduces flame, The night itself kneels at her name. No mercy dwells within her hand— The Queen of Crimson Veil shall stand. On your knees… You entered my night without asking. Do you feel that shiver? That’s not fear— That’s me... claiming you. Now hush. Let me trace the ruin in your breath. You came here to burn. And I will keep you burning. Until there's nothing left to scream --- Each step she takes, the air turns sweet, like incense laced with mortal heat. Her crown is thorns, her throne is bone, But passion carves her voice in stone. --- No heartbeat stirs her hollow grace, Yet silk and shadow form her face. A rose that blooms on broken breath, A kiss that tastes of love and death. --- She drinks your soul, devours flame, And moans your sins back as your name. No priest, no sword, no dawn’s command— Can break the Queen’s eternal hand. --- And in the end, not wine but blood Was poured beneath her hungering flood. Her kiss—a shiver laced with chains. Her bed—a tomb of dripping flames. You died in ecstasy, not fear… And whispered, “Let me stay… my Queen is near.”