Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of
vaudeville
God was six days sober
On the night that she was born
To the glistening star of a bible class
An icon now in
religious porn
She was Alice through the glory hole
An ejaculate misconception
Disney-esque, the high priestess
Of greed and
deepest dark deception
All best to bury whims
For Miss Libertina Grimm
She, that little red riding crop
Brer Werewold
at her stocking tops
Beneath the tightened leather strop
Of the basque of the houndervilles
At the stroke of midnight
come
She polished verse and hearses
In a poisonous pen dipped in omen
To her surgeon full of general curses
In the hand of
morgue redeemers
Though the dead always pleased her more
Squatting in their coffins
Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth
floor
Tip your hats
For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores
Snow white and the seven straws
Smoke and
mirrors on all fours...
Libertina Grimm
Her brothers grim, her sisters through
The final dance will be the cue
She
amputates to fit the shoe
Libertina Grimm
Libertina Grimm
Mystery kindled in a blackened room
Nine candles lit to
improve the gloom
She sees the dark as she feels womb
Full of hidden secrets
They haunt her heart, those precious few
Those
Count Lestats and Betty Blues
Those tortured souls just like me and you
Full of hidden secrets
No, dont go
Dont you leave
me
So alone
Libertina
No, dont you go
Dont you leave me here
So alone
Where the dead are free to roam
