Abustle with dark whispers stirs beneath the mask and shell.
For murmurs of the shadow side sweeps the rushing crimson veins well.
Desires adrift endlessly between the essence of wicked thoughts and angels shining treasures.
Least not surrender to Hades hold of submerging tide and drowning pleasures.
Hear the Devine messenger who calls towards the heavens sanguine goddess above.
Her soft, sweet sound silences dark whispers with a breath of warmth and love.