The Sanctified canvas

 

Propositions in quarry have been introduced by my Bathory,

Expressionless consternation the champion to silent seduction,

Tempted and moved at my prompts in the search sanguinity,

Her manipulation giving flight to the avid inanition.

 

By unwavering hand, the stage of prolonged murder constructed,

My Valkyrie’s suggestions heeded and come to fruition,

In the eyes of consecrated building the nun to be abducted,

Clear in thought and charged with unholy purpose driven.

 

I seek her proposed target,

A venerable one to be sure,

‘My conscious needing redemption dear mother,

For myself and possibly on behalf of another.’

She seats me among ever forlorn pews,

Their lonely occupation welcome news.

 

I convey my darkest sins upon her attentive habit,

Her wary face soon soaked in tear-stained realization,

‘Dearest sister if you resist it will be problematic.’

Soon to be a mannequin in pursuit of my love’s creation.

 

My gift to the one’s wickedness I so have developed,

Blissfully unare of my own gruesome intentions,

Ignorant I am not at the innocence of the holy zealot,

I offer the woman up uttering to Valkyrie benediction.