Cloud of the Mistress
Come to me, my goddess from the East Fade this cruel reality to nil Take my sight, cloud my mind For this brief time subsume my will
Come to me, my mistress from the East Seduce me minute to minute Then own me every hour If this be my vice let me sin it
Flee away, companion of the moment I wish not to be in this place I wish not to see these things I wish to not be, reality to replace
Flee away, cold spouse of the moment I would not be mundanely wedded To a life so damned and empty With this tincture may I be beheaded