Venus

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Amidst the twelfth hour

When I shut my eyes

It is always you I see

Very still before me

Overwhelmed by your intriguing beauty

Distressed by your magnetic glow

Invariably my old wounds slash wide

As my sullen moods follow

I freeze at the yells

Of the sacrificed ones

And helpless witness them flood

Your antic temples

With innocent blood

Like the spinning moth

In the merciless light

The stage is set

For my untimely death

Have you drawn closer

Or is it me

Pray hurry

Torture afresh till dawn

Your victim’s ready

I won’t cry I won’t flee

Of a perfect lover and slayer

Oh Venus I swear

I could never have dreamt

Of none other than thee!