Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets
sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light
love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace
their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And