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- - - O, DOMINA MORTUIS - - -
She comes to me
At the gates of Midian
The scent of graveyard dirt
Lingers on her flesh
To kiss those lips
My only wish
Poised perfectly
In her burial shroud
With undeath comes rebirth
Back into the fold
In the spotlight
She dances
Seductively
Sensual with cold blue lips
Flaking flesh and spider bits
Her movements are serpentine
By the light of phantasms
The graveyard whispers her name
Crawl on a bed of wolf's bane
Sipping blood 'neath guillotines
In throes of necrorgasms
Her frosted breath
The sweet taste of decay
Saturate her dead lips
O, domina mortuis
Take me home
(c) 2015 Frank Green
At the gates of Midian
The scent of graveyard dirt
Lingers on her flesh
To kiss those lips
My only wish
Poised perfectly
In her burial shroud
With undeath comes rebirth
Back into the fold
In the spotlight
She dances
Seductively
Sensual with cold blue lips
Flaking flesh and spider bits
Her movements are serpentine
By the light of phantasms
The graveyard whispers her name
Crawl on a bed of wolf's bane
Sipping blood 'neath guillotines
In throes of necrorgasms
Her frosted breath
The sweet taste of decay
Saturate her dead lips
O, domina mortuis
Take me home
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 7th Jun 2015
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Anonymous
7th Jun 2015 8:12am
Sir Hades, I got to hand it to you. . .but this piece here is just simply stunning; it literally takes my breath away, and gives me chills (of the darkened kind). From here, I am beyond speechless, beyond impressed. Now it's my turn to bow to you!. . .xoxo, Devlin;)
7th Jun 2015 9:17am
