Black Rose
My lovely precious and Beautiful
Black Rose How I love you
God only knows
Your the prize
at the end of my
rainbow
Placed on the
bank of the highest
plateau, Where love
Commands with tender
hands and Rivers of Passion
forever do flow.
Picked from the vine of the ghetto
wrapped with the ribbon of my heart
Tied with love like a firm but gentle
bow. I pray that we never part I'll
face any foe a gun or a knife, I've
vowed to be your girl and protect you
with my life.
Smelling like the most beautiful day
in the beginning of the seasons
March,April,or May. The tear I have
will nourish your precious root and make it grow.
Eliminating fear and anxiety from my heart
and keeping it from any hurt or harm.
Your love stays forever in the memory of my mind
like soft music, days of Black roses, an sweet tasting wine.
With complete sincerity i do suppose That there's nothing
more precious than my
Beautiful Black Rose.
Faery Dust and Dragons Wings
The cold rain of death's parade,
Falling on my skin.
Faery dust and dragons wings,
Where does the next life begin?
Fantasy has no boundaries dear.
Little elves are at my door.
Blood stained swords and spells of wrath,
I have done this all before.
Majestic mountains rise way up high,
The streams all seem to bend.
Dungeon walls and pits of snakes,
Where will this quest of horror end?
Gargoyles watching over me
Should ward all evils away.
But fate has played a terrible trick,
And lured all corruption to stay.
Stars and flames light up my nights,
But the coldness will remain.
The only way to find your soul
Is to let your mind go insane.
Evil hatred hides all around,
Power and knowledge for you to gain.
Just remember these helpful words,
Pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain.
Golden roots of twining trees
Reach out for your binding soul.
They purify your heart and mind
Through burning embers and coal.
What do you know of mysterious worlds,
Of things you just can't see?
Do you really believe these things can exist,
Or do you think they just can't be?
Angels tears and devils wings
Can make you run in fear.
Visions of world destruction,
Can you see the end is near?
Prophecies and charted maps
Are hidden from our eyes.
Of course it's wealth and power,
That cover all these lies.
Lying in a bed of waste
A shallow grave to rest your head.
Your body decays and memories fade,
Nothing matters when you're dead.
Masters of Mirrors
The burning passion in flames of fire
eternal passion from a luscious desire
seduction of a soul stripped to the bone
with nakedness exposed leaving us alone.
The insatiable appetite of the vampire lust
craving of the flesh with immoral thrust
erotic draining of life's blood enticing bite
dancing with grim reapers all through the night.
The quest for the hunt lingers forever
taking delight in raping sexual pleasure
fulfilling extremes from a tasting of red
in coffins of wantonness unrest as a bed.
The thrill of the execution of massacre pure
covers of black velvet enchantment as a lure
tempting the victims with a soft fabric drape
enveloping with a full sweeping cape.
The masterful art of a haunting illusion
creatures of darkness in shadows seclusion
alluring eyes of depth taunting their kill
lasciviousness nature with a cold icy chill.
The sultry sweet kiss of devotions that wound
a facade of love leaving loneliness entombed
no reflection returns from the looking glass mirror
empty eyes of nothingness yet filled the sheer fear.
The carnal devouring as we seek out our prey
as primal screams music rampage the play
frenzy is in obsession to feed on the weak
with amorous looks that pretend to be meek.
The delicious demons that we conjure up
to satisfy wants as we savoir what we sup
nocturnal animals in caskets of hollow night
seizing living death moments that void us of light.
Yet shades cast in immortal fear
can never outwit and master the mirror.
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