Apostate

I turn from you, who are
Lyrical and wise
As a child in a confessional
Saying: - I will unbar
   The golden door of the adulteries.

The fluent wine is poured
That I may drink to the Dark Lord.

The raped virgin's howl
Will be my music.
I shall not listen longer
To your dream-praying.

On Pleasure's thorn
My soul's robe shall be worn.