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STANDING IN FRONT OF A MIRROR CALLING FOR BLOODY MARY

STANDING IN FRONT OF A MIRROR CALLING FOR BLOODY MARY


In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones, stirring the rippling pools of Illusions, between the divisions of altered states of realism, and the Foggy vaporous mists in the domain of death itself, to summons A creature of the unboned, the undead, a mistress of pure evil Bloody Mary!

A disembodied supernatural thing is she, who walks with the flowing gown of bloody, dripping with the crimson fluid of living deceased, yet stilled warmed with the liquefaction Of life itself, maneuvering within the shelled frame of Her mirror prison! Screaming is the twisted form within the glass, cursing at Those for whom have commanded this apparition appearance.

In threes I called upon the, Bloody Mary, so shall Thee die in thus ways, each at a different edge of torment! The table shakes beneath the necromancer, as the circle of hands are broken in fear! Cackling in laughterís glee, the distorted face within the Mirror crackles her prism of shattered shards, stepping Forth from the portal open by the unskilled hands of the innocently blind, unable to move these maidens. Of curiosity, are spelled bound, mesmerized beneath in the hypnotic effects of this supernatural altered being of power!

In wickednessís cruelty the predator inspects her living Quarry, sliding her icy pronged nails underneath their Pulsating necks, one by one, nay donít worry my tender Victims of distained fate, Bloody Mary proclaims, with her frosty chilling breath of death, steaming against the hot summer heat of night! To the victory goes the spoil of life, does it not, again she Blasphemes at this lost soul of light as her gown sizzles to be feed with bloods flued of lifeís sustaining Essence!

The necromancer shuddered at Bloody Maryís Clammy touch, so in response the sharpened edge of the silvery nail cut ever depth into exposed bare Flesh, causing instant deaths recoiling!

The second daughter of humanity, screamed in trembling Fear to you my dearest, the hangmanís noose, to shut Thy voice for all eternity, and thus Bloody Mary, did so with the ravishment of pleasures tormented, smiling!

The last shall Mary said, will be the most savored for mine Own desire, your soul Iíll thus feast upon for all eternity, As the dress of doom sizzled with sheer pleasures delight, As the emerald candle blow out, and the night Wind screamed for its final time!
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