by Drew in the style of Algernon Swinburne's Dolores

She lifts one foot then the other
Hidden by gowns with no stain
Seperated from Sigil but of it
Harmonizing in erie refrain
Her infinite portals calling
Singing across the planes
Beckoning her ill-fated lovers
To the cage where no vice carries shame.

Shadows carve slices of Daylight
Daylight that calls you from sleep
The secrets of the blissfully suffering
From the vaults of the mind we shall reap
Cold knowledge that surrounds but not comforts
Comes tumbling down through the rain
Her kiss is our sweet revealation
Our Lady of Pain.