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- - - RAVENNA - - -
Beneath the flesh is another
Skinmask torn asunder
A beauty with a taste of
Savory refined blood
She awakes at the twilight embrace
Supple white in black bondage twists in graves
Excavated for an undead goddess
Godless, without the grace of His caress
The winter moon
And coming doom
Burns like righteous fury in her eyes
Putrid viscous fluids drip between her thighs
Ravenna, the lady of the mist
Oh, who's lips I wish to kiss
Please, spit me ink I can't resist
Violence stirs under porcelain
Hallowed moors in contempt encased in sin
Just like a wraith, she stalks the night famished
Seeking crimson discharge not quite tarnished
In drunken swoons
But silken blooms
I have never seen such eyes so white
That's corrupted, seductive with their blight
Teasing over emerald goblets
And sweet little laments
Her lips are pouty and full
A razor edge that never dulls
Ravenna, the lady of the mist
Oh, who's lips I wish to kiss
Please, spit me ink I can't resist
Enticing me
With thirteen black candles
Flickering in shadow
She tells me of blood procured
From battlefields
In spires and in
The pits below
Ravenna, the lady of the mist
Oh, who's lips I wish to kiss
Please, spit me ink I can't resist
Ravenna, the lady in the mist
Oh, who's lips I long to kiss
Please, keep me in eternal bliss
I awake at the twilight hour
Scarred skin, black bondage beneath her tower
Bound in wrought chains with deep pits of hunger
My ignorance has been torn asunder
Is this my tomb
Come way too soon?
A wicked smile displayed for my plight
Now I've become her servant of the night
Ravenna, the lady of the mist
Oh, who's lips I wish to kiss
Please, spit me ink I can't resist
Ravenna, the lady in the mist
Oh, who's lips I long to kiss
Please, keep me in eternal bliss
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 3rd Aug 2015
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Anonymous
3rd Aug 2015 8:44pm
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4th Aug 2015 00:08am
There are elements of Poe's dark side in the way this structured. I love the way that the protagonist recognizes her power and beauty, and his inevitable self destruction yet he can't resist her.
5th Aug 2015 3:17am
5th Aug 2015 6:20pm
Sir Hades in love with this wicked dark ink..
loved this part..
"I awake at the twilight hour
Scarred skin, black bondage beneath her tower
Bound in wrought chains with deep pits of hunger
My ignorance has been torn asunder
Is this my tomb
Come way too soon?
A wicked smile displayed for my plight
Now I've become her servant of the night"
devilish in the details and so delicious too..
wishing I could take you in such a way ;) with love Crim
loved this part..
"I awake at the twilight hour
Scarred skin, black bondage beneath her tower
Bound in wrought chains with deep pits of hunger
My ignorance has been torn asunder
Is this my tomb
Come way too soon?
A wicked smile displayed for my plight
Now I've become her servant of the night"
devilish in the details and so delicious too..
wishing I could take you in such a way ;) with love Crim
5th Aug 2015 8:45pm
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11th Oct 2015 12:31pm
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