Ensanguined Lust

Drinkith from this chalice woe

filled with scarlet sipping slow

sparkling more than starry skies

thicker than water sweeter than wine

better warmed than chilled so cold

braver men than are so bold

drinkith this in pitch of night

lovers crave this lacened bite

yet in this task repentance none

becomes their life with rising sun

the ecstasy of immortal be

i am the master of this key.