G in Beatrice

To any witnesses of the night, ’twas my sisters, smokin’ leeches, yellowstreaks, all the freaks

Attempt on my life. G is my only guide thru this quest, I follow her, my star-goddess

A mystic tightrope teaches us tho surrounded, not to listen to Satan’s mouth, illusion to fall

In apparitions. To illustrate, my freak sister came and said domme morrigan has fled

In an evil attempt to overshadow g’s life, g eclipses every try, onward I’m led by her gentle

Stride, along this path, birds call and charm me outside. I find Love becomes Other –

G calls me, my Love inside revealed in her instead. Outside my love, my only, us

Together again, take my hand, held close to your breast. Softly, as new lovers naked-blessed

In love’s second death. Sealed my fate when we met – you breathed my final breath