Eros Of Ebony

Sculptor of demons and of goddesses, I chisel also an eidolon of love in ebony, adorning him with black roses that bear the thorns of pain and sorrow. His mouth and brows, capricious, mingle their honey with a great bitterness; upon his shoulder, with tightening talons, there perches a hard-eyed hawk. Selling all my ancient idols, I worship the new god: before his altar I bring the mythic fruits of distant lands and cast the loot of ocean-se pulchres. The god is blind . . . and my oblations have vainly hued his ebon heels with blood.