~ Nocturnal Illusions ~ Written 25/04/03

1) Clouds caress the lily white moon as the dawn awakes from it's midnight slumber A beauty in bondage, Encased in her coffin that no-one cared for - Awaits her fate. Nocturnal thymes ignite many scents never smelt before. The beautiful knight forges many illusions - But this tale was not. 2) He silences her with a crack of his whip. Six feet under she goes - The dusk light highlighting up her face - Screaming and writhing, She weeps. Sweet earth embedded there now, Only her weeping for her comfort. Nails bleeding and aching, Trying to life the lid - But God will never be by her side. Up above he kneels - Ear to the ground. The stench of Death and Decay surrounding him - It excites him more and more. The scent of pleasure and pain - Suffocating - It feels good. 3) Dizzy Raptures and Aching Joys, Fall and rise inside him as she screams for mercy. Waves of pleasure wash over him, as he cries out in ectasy and his aching sex throbbing for more. He lays down on that oh so sweet earth, Ear pressed against the wetness. 4) The weeping stopped now, He takes the shovel in his condemed hand - But time moved for too fast, For it is far too late. He moves the earth slyly in the wane of the midnight moon. She lays there now, Still and Beautiful, Naked and Nails all bloody. He sighs a mournful sigh, For he knows he has sinned. 5) Her beauty made her Death's Princess - is sinful act made him Satans Saviour. Now dressed in only a gown of stars to hide her from the searing shadows, She lays asunder with the trees so withered they seem to weep for her/ And he walks away from the sight never to return again.

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