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Post by thapunkpred15 on Aug 4, 2009 21:44:48 GMT -5
Moon rise, in black skies, Catacombs bred the shadows, That slither up and down, The hallows trees, With fog consumed the whitest eyes, Of a Daemon, who seeks a nymph bride,
The honey dropped from the bowels, Of every tree, Gleaming with beauty, What the Daemon witnessed seeping, Other than the life of any entity,
Through the fog her fear ran cold, The Daemon saw she was suitable to hold, Sprouting his feelings, Unlike the deadest rose, Cancerous, his feelings took over, Wanting her forever,
Clawing through the woods with so much ease, Following her scent, That was so pleasing, There she stood so still and unaware, The presence and feeling of a Daemon was there,
Caressing her lace with blade claws, Hoping she'd love him for his monstrous flaws, A bundle of lily's gigle at a sight so enigmatic, Of a human girl being welcomed into the arms of the satanic,
The night stayed cold, Leaving the two in a binding shadow, What's next from this caress? Perhaps a blissful kiss, Or either turning this girl into a Daemon murderess?
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