The world was her cloister, the Abbess Duboir
In the convent at All Hallows Fair
A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star
Augmenting her sisterhood's prayers

Her singing touched angels and melted their hearts
Her choirs inspired the search
For the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict Arts
And the best of the Catholic Church

But if one thing
One precious little thing
Would darken this facade
There would be such consequences

Like the night Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at Evening Mass

The days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with dread
Intangible, the air was full
Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed

In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims
Enjoyed the new girl's pain
Proof to the rest that the briars of sin
Entangled all the world in Satan's name
Victoria Varco, once an heiress
To a proud noble estate
Fell pregnant by her recklessness
Who then fell foul to a violent fate

Such was her crime in expedient times
And the shame of besmirching her name
Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls
For a life in obedient chains

But not one thing
One precious little thing
Would darken this facade

Like the night Sister Victoria
Woke screaming in her room
She spent a week spiralling from heaven

And as the seasons wheezed and pined
Her dreams grew more perverse
For no good reason she would find
An alluring women naked save for jewels and verse

When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore
This intoxicating beauty would appear
The sweetest symphony composed
Those abating lips rose
To whisper dirty secrets in her ear
Clandestine Secrets

A dream within a dream
She finds herself this nymph
Abreast a desert dune
And below the crescent moon
Atop a darksome stranger

Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise
She rides the beast until the heavens tremble
Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips down upon the sand
And almost out of hand
Coarse plots assemble

For somewhere in the convent walls
A templar treasure rests
Forgotten to the vestibules
Like pleasures of the flesh

So in return for nightly runs
Past tongues and wisdom's hiss
She promised to assist the hunt
For an ancient golden chain amiss