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Blessings and Curses of Crossroads Promises
of Fame and fortune sought for
of wealth and women
he craved for
blood and promises
he took to the crossroads
'grant me these that I seek, spirits of the crossroads,
I beg of thee...
audi et veni'
the die was cast
the deed was done
he walked home
euphoric
thus he walked upon this earth
admired by many
adored by some despised by most
a man of wealth and power
with women around him for his money
until at last love did come
a woman determined
green her eyes into her guts
to share beyond was her ken
to love use and discard
his values truly were
she eyed with disbelief
spurned she was thus rage she owned
during a silent afternoon
deep in the woods
their cottage getaway
she loved him well and hard
his aging body satiated to a slumber
he woke to pain, shackled to the bed
a strung star with pale belly
she came to him
and rode him to her whim
until he could stand no more
and whimpered to be free
but she wanted him all
thus with a scalpel
a slice, thin cut on bleeding flesh
slightly deeper with repeated slashes
no pain contained in lips hushed
with a tape
he gurgled as through tunneled dreams under cracked mud
screams, broken through misted eyes
repeated shrieks caught in his lungs
until the dusk he looked away
from the tormenting Valkyrie
saw crossroads demon
grinning outside
ready to harvest what was his
he gladly followed the dark figure
into the night
...and she watched him
breath his last.
of wealth and women
he craved for
blood and promises
he took to the crossroads
'grant me these that I seek, spirits of the crossroads,
I beg of thee...
audi et veni'
the die was cast
the deed was done
he walked home
euphoric
thus he walked upon this earth
admired by many
adored by some despised by most
a man of wealth and power
with women around him for his money
until at last love did come
a woman determined
green her eyes into her guts
to share beyond was her ken
to love use and discard
his values truly were
she eyed with disbelief
spurned she was thus rage she owned
during a silent afternoon
deep in the woods
their cottage getaway
she loved him well and hard
his aging body satiated to a slumber
he woke to pain, shackled to the bed
a strung star with pale belly
she came to him
and rode him to her whim
until he could stand no more
and whimpered to be free
but she wanted him all
thus with a scalpel
a slice, thin cut on bleeding flesh
slightly deeper with repeated slashes
no pain contained in lips hushed
with a tape
he gurgled as through tunneled dreams under cracked mud
screams, broken through misted eyes
repeated shrieks caught in his lungs
until the dusk he looked away
from the tormenting Valkyrie
saw crossroads demon
grinning outside
ready to harvest what was his
he gladly followed the dark figure
into the night
...and she watched him
breath his last.
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