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"Morrigan: Demon Madam"

There is no sight in a room this black
The only light from a lantern of Jack.
My illumination of himself worthless against this perfect possession.
Every step taken cautiously - trap doors waiting anxiously.
Every breath drawn brings chilling sounds of
Demons screaming, Devils whispering, insidious spirits haunting.

The Siberian touch from
Disembodied hands of Hades' Hell.
Vice-like clasps producing. From my ankles pour.
Bloodied tears from the grasps I roar.

"Not today your Malevolence Ma'am!"
For I know and am aware.
The Demon Madam does fancy me near.
But that horrid bitch will not dance with me here!

Rat Crawling Cave. Samhain, in Ireland I fear.
Wondering through this void year upon year.
There is no sight in a space this black
My only light from a lantern of Jack.
In my ear. October thirty-first.
With middle fingers rigidly erected and blazing I hear.
The shrill of Morrigan whisper blasphemous prayer

"Now lay me down to sleep",
Pray the Lord your soul to keep
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take,
If I should live for other days,
I pray the Lord to guide my ways.

Condemned to this despicable, eerie field I am bound.
My shimmering ember remains unfound.
The Siberian touch. From
Disembodied hands of Hades' Hell
Gripping. Scraping. Roping.
Groping. Stripping. Raping
My balance downed.

Eleven-one, next day found.
Thy body by Morrigan's cave
Tarnished and blemished with candy-rot.
This eerie yearly bout I have fought
A voyageur of traditions. Long forgot.

There is no light in a place this black
The only light from a lantern of Jack.
My illumination of himself worthless against this perfect possession.
Every step taken cautiously - trap doors waiting anxiously
Every breath drawn brings chilling sounds of
Demons screaming, Devils whispering, insidious spirits haunting.

The Siberian touch of
Disembodied hands of Hades' Hell.
Vice-like clasps producing. From my ankles pour.
Bloodied tears from the grasps I roar.

"Not today your Malevolence Ma'am!"
For I know and am aware
The Demon Madam does fancy me near.
But that horrid bitch will never dance with me here!
Written by Pho3nix19xx
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