Necroserpent

"Pantoum Pantomime" You are my petite papaverine A dancing angel spire My black dramatic queen My motley spinning spider A dancing angel spire Like an erotic harlequin My motely spinning spider Gesticulating sin Like an erotic harlequin Put forth on promenade Gesticulating sin Who sweeps the rest away Put forth on promenade Like the fruit of Belladonna Who sweeps the rest away With her sweet and deadly flora Like the fruit of Belladonna You kill without a sound With her sweet and deadly flora You bear me to the ground You kill without a sound On a stage with painted faces You bear me to the ground With leather and with