Tales of Gothic Requiems

"Come now Brother, let me tell you a tail that chills the bones, the story of how I fell from grace"
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She is a sultry Demoness, killing me silently, blindly, then yes, willingly

I love her for that, doing what I don’t have the strength too,

a dark poetic queen born out of shadow and verse,

She turns over an runs her hand slowly across my chest, rubbing her fingers through my chest hair, scratching, and My dear lord, purring…

She gives me a bottle, the Whole Damn bottle, Fire Ball Whisky, she says, “Drink up my handsome man”

Then she slowly gets up, watching my every move as she rhythmically sways back and forth, staring me in the eyes, Always staring me in the eyes, taming me, verifying that I’m under her spell,

felt my free spirit rejoicing and being lifted up out of me, her spirit joined in, becoming one with me

she leaned forward an straddled on top of me, she lights up, then looking down at me, almost smiles;

She never smiles while she makes love, or hypnotizes me,

but Lord, she sure does have an evil sideways grin that turns me on like no other

And that is when I first fell from grace,

She laughs, moaning with laughter as she begins thrusting harder and faster,

as she continues to smoke away, staring me in my eyes, and true to songs form, she leans in and kisses me with lips sweeter than wine, deeply and passionately on the lips, she pulls me in

gently letting me breath in her smoke, getting me high and needing her in every way I never knew

She knows she got me addicted, I never done that before… Her… she got me addicted,

Then, leaning back up, presenting me with the glory in her eyes, as she continually thrusts upon me,

the roaring Blaze of fire is lit upon her lips, sultry eyes illuminated against the dark,

In a trance it’s all I see now, her smoke blown away into outer darkness,

Smoke drink and her, its all I feel now, all I want now,

her silhouetted dancers shadow still taking me in, straddled and thrusting wildly with me,

Moonlights lacing through the once darken lonely night, through open window an opened eye, shining down upon her soft breasts, her long hair now falling down onto me, moving and dancing rhythmically with her, She knows and I know, through her rings of smoke I’ll believe anything she wants me too

caught here alone with her, Giving in, submitting myself to her,

She fills me with her smoke again and again, giving me drink, an her sweet wine kisses,

Never sure if its real or illusion,

Reaching up, in the dark, I put my hands around her neck, in the dark,

I start to squeeze, and for the first time, she smiles, in the dark

She knows I need to, In the dark, She moans out and laughs, in the dark,

She knows that I won’t, in the dark,

She reaches down, in the dark, and puts her hands to my throat, in the dark,

And she does what I needed to do, in the dark,

I throw my head back an began howling, I’m in love, but in vane I can tell

She starts chanting,

Anál nathrach, orth’ bháis’s bethad, do chél dénmha

Staring up at her, she is looking down at me, laughing hard in the Serepents power that now binds me

She leans in with her kisses of wine, breathing into me through smoked rings dark life of sweet oblivion

'nil desperandum... fui quod es, eris quod sum… mors inceptio solum est’