Howitzer glare and spitfire blade

Wooed by Dresden serenades

Her soundtrack now a bombing raid

Bored of vaudeville



God was six days sober

On the night that she was born

To the glistening star of a bible class

An icon now in religious porn

She was Alice through the gloryhole

An ejaculate misconception

Disney-esque, the high priestess

Of greed and deepest dark deception



All best to bury whims

For Miss Libertina Grimm



She, that little red riding crop

Brer Werewold at her stocking tops

Beneath the tightened leather strop

Of the basque of the houndervilles



At the stroke of midnight come

She polished verse and hearses

In a poisonous pen dipped in omen

To her surgeon full of general curses

In the hand of morgue redeemers

Though the dead always pleased her more

Squatting in their coffins

Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor



Tip your hats

For sweet Libertina Grimm



Fantasy and candy stores

Snow white and the seven straws

Smoke and mirrors on all fours...

Libertina Grimm



Her brothers grim, her sisters through

The final dance will be the cue

She amputates to fit the shoe

Libertina Grimm



Libertina Grimm



Mystery kindled in a blackened room

Nine candles lit to improve the gloom

She sees the dark as she feels womb

Full of hidden secrets

They haunt her heart, those precious few

Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues

Those tortured souls just like me and you

Full of hidden secrets



No, don't go

Don't you leave me

So alone

Libertina

No, don't you go

Don't you leave me here

So alone

Where the dead are free to roam