I had a forest tryst
with Amanita,
after it rained,
I went to see her.
Dank and slain,
suited to decompose:
her bed; and as I sank--
in ballet bare-toe
the white angel arose.
She was flawlessly pale,
and 'round her neck,
still, a wedding veil.
She slipped the straps 'round her neck,
befalling her gown at my request,
she slowly turned in place,
for her suitor to inspect,
never did comely beauty,
on Jerusalem bedeck,
On her head sat,
a white knit -cap,
to it her veil was attached,
I could not gaze on her form,
till I got past this piece she worn.
I asked my love,
to doff her bridal wear.
" My love, my groom
wears my chastity belt round my hair."
Then I could not resist,
I brought the veil up,
and gave her a kiss,
a gentle curse,
she spoke to my lips,
in great thirst I sipped,
Alas, then I saw the ring,
she pulled back,
and deep in my eyes she looked in.
through her gown
in the mire I started to sink,
I felt her gown moving through me,
with the poison of her Gothic beauty.
On her spectral white,
not even the fly alights,
I commit suicide twenty times over,
by taking a bite.
She smiled to my fear,
in her eyes, heaps of bones,
and whispered in my ear,
to whom she was betrothed.
"death"
