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Warlock and Witch (an evil love letter)
mi casa es tu casa
mi sangre es tu sangre
mi dolor es tu dolor
mi alma es tu alma
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burning hatred and distain
for the limits that chain
black wings unfurled
curses hurled
give me sin and sadness and sorrow
just to watch the world burn tomorrow
this eternal life
is just unending strife
free me from this prison that blinds
and societies poisoning of the mind
to feel everything I will take your all
in exchange I give this immortal soul
lost within this dark abyss
my soul stripped bare with a kiss
as you stand sentinel in the night
I am drawn into your light
secrets that were once forbidden
are set free and never hidden
phantasies of lust and love
tinged red with dripping blood
I caress my lover's pain
her demons coursing in my veins
using love and blood and semen
a spell is cast howling at the moon
I become beating heart of the sun
pentagrams inscribed in fire
my loins now filled with desire
I orgasm upon the pyre
naked you stand before me
"on your knees" my issued command
you just smile and take my hand
together we complete the spell
rhyming heaven and hell
sin bringing pleasure
to our unholy domain
am I damned or is this heaven
I do not know nor do I care
my soul once torn in two
I drink deep of your witches brew
finding light through darkness
and love though lust and agony
Published 28th Aug 2022
| Edited 21st Feb 2024
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28th Aug 2022 11:27pm
This is a love letter that I understand so well. One written in the depths of hell where the passions truly burn.
Just some thoughts I had while reading...
Your house sits on Mount Hermon.
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free.
Seeing how far you can fall,
once the chains are removed.
Black wings a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young witch can provide.
'Poisoning' the mind and body in sin.
Her bed is a dark abyss, always calling.
The kiss of an angel laid bare on flesh.
Unlike above, there are no sentinels here
She plays with your halo like a sex toy.
Phantasies are created in hell.
New sins created and written in semen.
Here you can caress your lover's pain.
And all the demons of her mind.
Her spells always involve blood and your essence.
Passion is required, love is optional.
Screams in the night as the spell is cast.
And she becomes your beating heart.
Pentagrams burn in her eyes, inscribed
Her spells filling the angels with desire.
On her knees while bringing you to yours.
Still smiling with you on her lips, taking your hand.
Completing the spell you become a Warlock
Rhyming heaven and hell, burning verses
Moaning incantations of her pleasure
Joining the witch on this path of pain
We are definitely damned, this is heaven
A witches legs opening the gates to hell
On this left hand path, soul split in two.
Drinking deep of the witches brew.
Flames of passion light the way through...
Her darkness, intense passion, lust, and agony.
Pleasure bringing pain, and pain is more intense.
In the dark love is optional...
Just some thoughts I had while reading...
Your house sits on Mount Hermon.
Drinking blood with me from a wine glass.
Sharing pain and suffering sip after sip.
Becoming one soul in that moment.
Fallen angels breaking free.
Seeing how far you can fall,
once the chains are removed.
Black wings a transfiguration.
Displaying the most magnificent sins.
Steeped in sorrow and sadness.
The Watchers, no longer just watching.
So seduced by mortal witches.
Seeing heaven as a prison.
Needing this never-ending strife.
That only a young witch can provide.
'Poisoning' the mind and body in sin.
Her bed is a dark abyss, always calling.
The kiss of an angel laid bare on flesh.
Unlike above, there are no sentinels here
She plays with your halo like a sex toy.
Phantasies are created in hell.
New sins created and written in semen.
Here you can caress your lover's pain.
And all the demons of her mind.
Her spells always involve blood and your essence.
Passion is required, love is optional.
Screams in the night as the spell is cast.
And she becomes your beating heart.
Pentagrams burn in her eyes, inscribed
Her spells filling the angels with desire.
On her knees while bringing you to yours.
Still smiling with you on her lips, taking your hand.
Completing the spell you become a Warlock
Rhyming heaven and hell, burning verses
Moaning incantations of her pleasure
Joining the witch on this path of pain
We are definitely damned, this is heaven
A witches legs opening the gates to hell
On this left hand path, soul split in two.
Drinking deep of the witches brew.
Flames of passion light the way through...
Her darkness, intense passion, lust, and agony.
Pleasure bringing pain, and pain is more intense.
In the dark love is optional...
29th Aug 2022 1:23am
OMG, you really are a witch and muse. My mind and spirit ache to put these words to rhyme, body and soul ache with desire to see these words fulfilled. Sin is the ultimate expression of free will and we are damned for our dark dreams made real. How far I've fallen, only to rise on the elation of this dark reality. I have no home, existing between heaven and hell but belonging to neither for I can never live with one alone. Sipping the wine of pain and suffering, heaven and hell become one in the dark abyss of bed.
