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Resplendent...
In pendants...
(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In ***, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon Her ***
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a ***
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ
"If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"