Standing in the middle of the road against the light A young black goddess shakes her finger at the sunset Her glasses are like two dark and threatening stars Another sip at her strange brew and she will start spewing fire The angels cast into hell with the bird-footed Lilith never came back They probably […]
Dancers and the temptresses rest their wings on the way down the hill It will be time enough when the parade reaches the Notting Hill gates At the bottom of the hill the angels will meet their wingless kin And with the succubus, the she-wolves and the vampyres they will dance The masquerade is the […]