Prophetic

I feel this red sun burning faster

As I count backwards by days

Lost somewhere in her laughter

She promises pleasure and pain

She is my apocalypse

I am the horn that she rides

Like Babylon's blue eyed bastard

Our sex is a sign of the times

I have a mouthful of silvery stars

She swept with her tail from the sky

Choking on ancient constellations

She punishes Bethlehem's bride