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- - - TEMPTRESS OF DOOM - - -
Cold is the night
Numb in the dark
I exist only
In throes of madness
Consumed in torture stark
Naked in shackles
Beneath rays of the moon
Wrought for pleasure
Of my Temptress of Doom
Pale skin in tight leather studded with wasted bone
A scent of dead heather with bindings from her tome
Her whip cracks the madness, delightful bloodletting
A kiss tinged with badness, I kneel before my queen
She rises from the grave with a vampire’s grace
Awash in scarlet masquerades, a macabre waltz
The only thing remains in caskets returned sanguine
Artwork splashed from the lifeless veins of pining faults
Her crows come to murder when the clock strikes on dusk
With ravenous hunger lounging upon the cusp
Her kiss is so splendid tainted with poisoned thorns
Howl with the pack, wicked, in time before the mourn
We’re standing on the edge
The precipice of gods
And thus, I do pledge
Eternal love bathed
In innocent blood
Flowers set in graveyards as a morbid scar
Twisting in her tomb like a maddening lover
To wish upon a star within the peak of the dark
She awaits on parapets from whence I left her
In a time once wholesome we kissed upon the shore
With a season loathsome we renew vows reborn
Her lips tastes like cherries even now in our condemn
True love became buried, in time we’ll have revenge
Our fires burn with hell and the tolling knell
Death precedes shadows surging forth with our vengeance
Enchanted by the spell from where cruel devils dwell
Two lovers will emerge to carry out sentence
We’re standing on the edge
The precipice of gods
And thus, I do pledge
Eternal love bathed
In innocent blood
The northern storm
Comes with our passing
Just beyond the door
Seething in our passion
We arrange the bones
Upon the altar
And chant secret songs
When life becomes altered
We’re standing on the edge
The precipice of gods
And thus, I do pledge
Eternal love bathed
In innocent blood
Summoning beasts
Pentagrams and gore
Welcoming the feast
Giving us more and more
Children of the light
Behold and beware
Creatures of the night
Churning in your nightmares
Cold is the night
Numb in the dark
I exist only
In throes of madness
Consumed in torture stark
Naked in shackles
Beneath rays of the moon
Wrought for pleasure
Of my Temptress of Doom
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 12th Jan 2016
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- Edited 25th Sep 2020 3:45am
12th Jan 2016 2:35am
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12th Jan 2016 2:38am
14th Jan 2016 3:26am
"In a time once wholesome we kissed upon the shore" -- enjoyed this line,, a stark contrast 'neath the heavy bite of darkness. - nicely inked - blue angel
14th Jan 2016 10:10pm
