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 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 Werewolf at her stocking tops 

Beneath the tightened leather strop 

on the Basque of houndervilles 



At the stroke of midnight come 

She polished verse and curses 

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 see the dark as she feels her womb 

Full of little 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 here 

So alone 

Libertina 

No, don't you go 

Don't you leave me here 

So alone 

Where the dead are free to roam