Mistress of Eden by: Gene
long before she knew your cruel,callous sin
she was tempted first into black desire
by the last dragon in the garden.
The dark wine of the flesh burned with swet fire
'till she became a stranger to Dawn's harsh light;
was made an angel,worshiping the moon.
The cold,ebony music of the night
was a potent dream cast as a rune
while the serpent slept in the restless grove,
and now your body has falen to dust,
while i am transfixed by a treasure trove
of promises from her subtle blood lust.
Eden's pale mistress has me in her grasp;
she will make her soft caresses my last.
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