Elysium

Straitjacket with a bow tie,
cocktail dress with a grin;
he was made for savage deeds,
and she was made to sin

Slaughter under the spotlight,
bloodlust beneath the moon;
each kill brought them ecstasy;
while each thrill waned too soon

Born still, her labour bled him,
performance center stage;
her will he seeks to favour, as
she revels in his rage

Naïve, unbridled beauty,
when her virtue Chaos stole;
now lusts to shape Elysium, in
a sentence for every soul

Death and Mother Nature sway,
in intimate embrace;
each day the romance swells anew,
while the steps they e’er retrace

Sempiternal serenade,
violence from the start;
endless ballroom blood brigade,
til dance doth do them part

art: (untitled) by Zdzisław Beksiński