Golden Wine Countess
Aleister
Wonderful orphan owner of these lands
your parents death brought you up soon
now you're a lady: the vigor of your mouth
bearer of privileges, known by a multitude
of withered dicks, of politicians and prelates.
Merciless malice, virtue of noble tart,
effluvium of vice, blood in the urine,
old bishops taste, refined sommeliers
lustful purple deans, servants of a dog,
lackeyes of a snatch, reject of mankind and time.
At your feet ethics and morality
vile messengers of lies
golden wine without sin so crystalline
sprinkle my diabolical throat