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FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS
The hunter’s moon fails to light the forest
Where hungry beasts await the slaughter
I remember our very last caress
Two lovers entwined with ghosts that haunt her
We burnt her stake and rolled in the ashes
To break her curse, sword of Damocles
I would burn for her and kill the masses
And taste the ripened fruit of her disease
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
Where widows gather to spin their webs
Her tomb lies at the feet of black altars
The righteous climb to worship the dead
To find her slumbering there unaltered
No scar in sight where stakes cleaved her suites
Just perfect pale skin that makes the gods drool
I’ve supped ‘tween those perfect rose tipped peaks
Thus her blackest magik beget a ghoul
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
Malice through the broken glass
A jagged shard in the eye
Ringed with candles and black cats
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
She is the inspiration for nightmares
From Lizzie Borden to Bathory
Tread lightly within the forest, beware
Dire step from whence I carried thee
Her grave it seems to shine with lantern light
A Phantasmgoria death show
Starring the Countess of Eternal Night
Risen from death and the depths below
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Where hungry beasts await the slaughter
I remember our very last caress
Two lovers entwined with ghosts that haunt her
We burnt her stake and rolled in the ashes
To break her curse, sword of Damocles
I would burn for her and kill the masses
And taste the ripened fruit of her disease
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
Where widows gather to spin their webs
Her tomb lies at the feet of black altars
The righteous climb to worship the dead
To find her slumbering there unaltered
No scar in sight where stakes cleaved her suites
Just perfect pale skin that makes the gods drool
I’ve supped ‘tween those perfect rose tipped peaks
Thus her blackest magik beget a ghoul
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
Malice through the broken glass
A jagged shard in the eye
Ringed with candles and black cats
The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave
She is the inspiration for nightmares
From Lizzie Borden to Bathory
Tread lightly within the forest, beware
Dire step from whence I carried thee
Her grave it seems to shine with lantern light
A Phantasmgoria death show
Starring the Countess of Eternal Night
Risen from death and the depths below
Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse
Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 25th Jun 2017
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Anonymous
25th Jun 2017 5:06am
Hades.. this is brilliant.. your lyrical talent, and flow are well displayed.. into the list it goes.. your brother in steel..
Dave
Dave
25th Jun 2017 5:07am
25th Jun 2017 9:57pm
"Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse"
my Darkest Lord this fucks me to my core..
love your wicked style..
love Crim
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse"
my Darkest Lord this fucks me to my core..
love your wicked style..
love Crim
26th Jun 2017 8:05pm
