| BLACK HYMENEAL |
| Azraelle, my moribund bride Gowned in ebon lace Down the funest aisle you stride With an exequial pace Niveous hands let fingers slip With sharpened ruby nails Like little bloodied arrow tips Which have my heart impaled Your fine fair bosom does not heave with movements to respire Yet moves my will, in twain, to cleave As my heart would to expire Trailing from your muddy feet A somber bridal train Sullied in your brief retreat Through graveyards in the rain Tangled in its filigree Are tokens from the grave Supported by (with implish glee) A grotesque lillim babe Behind a veil of spider's web Sable tresses flow In rivulets, about you, ebb Away from your dark brow Peeling back gossamer mesh Your eyes aglow like gleeds Burning into my weak flesh To my wan heart, which bleeds Your crimson labia do stretch Into a hungry smile Enticing me, a poor fey wretch With lewd and baneful wiles Eagerly I give to you My last remaining breath And as my lips avow, "I do" Receive your kiss of Death |
| A BOON |
| Aeons in acquiescing, she lays fast hold of the sycophant, who anxiously awaits her benison Pressing her gossamer swathed voluptuousness against his expectant manhood, she pins him to the wall With a stultifying gaze, she quells his eager heart as she runs her long fair fingers up his cheeks, to his temples Rapaciously seizing his face, she brands a cold hungry kiss on his lips, searing his mouth and benumbing his soul Quickly, she pulls away in haughty sangfroid as he swoons Laughing, she leaves her prostrate paramour to wane in nigrescent afterglow...on the threshold of eternity |
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| Vampira, prima femme fatale. |