Glowing embers did she stir,
Latent in my loins,
A magic want I fear,
As slave to her now joins,
Buried deep these embers lay,
Unbeknown to me,
Join passions magic fray,
She holds these powers key,
I fear it is too late my friends,
Would I have heeded dire vision?
For her charms there’s no defence,
Burn lust in men, her mission
Her nymphs infected me with passion,
A sweet and dire end will be,
Consumed by raging fires fashion,
Only death will set me free,
No warning at the castle gate,
Of what no language could describe,
What burning horrors you await,
When nymphs your neck will bite,
Watch and wait, for her return,
And all her demon flock,
On moonlit wings, for souls they yearn,
Your protestations mock,
A secret, me a zombie made,
I’ll whisper you her name,
Victoria is my date,
Of darkness forces fame,
A note tagged to the castle door,
I found it strange and sombre,
People left, that here before,
Since midnight, last novembre,©
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Regis
or did you deliberatly suc...cumb to those raw-hide lashing of freedom a few hours ago??
with the depths of darkness as my shroud of hidden spies:
Sincerely Bound By Incantations,
Poetess Victoria...The Dark Pestilence of Romance
Archaic Mistress of Caliginous Temptations
EDvard, Lord Nosferatu Incubus
Laffing self sick in Sweden
You are in need of a long, cold shower! Well expressed tongue-in-cheek wit...and then that very clever ending.
John