Habemus papisa

Written was your name
with our blood in satin
drowned in no shame
in the gods' perfume, a sin.

You burned and the people saw
through the white smoke
what we already knew - still in awe
to you fire and sky spoke.

You are to be writings' end, beginning and mean

a high priestess to art that is honest

so we take you as our queen

to the throne where - as would you - Lucrezia sat best.

Take blasphemy in your hands,

turn it sacred with your touch

as for mockery we make amends

in devotion for the human side we love so much.

Bring heaven, purgatory and hell to us close

with the tip of a cigarette

so we never forget to strike the pose

of pretentiousness in the worlds' bet.

Chosen one, golden child

cut us with your blade of grass

as you make proud the great Wilde

and the faith in Beauty shall never pass.

Since life is there for the taken

may you rule to the death

for myth never to be forsaken

either in prayer or breath.

27/12/2016