Fleeting,
Ghastly,
Melancholy on the chilling wind-
To her cherished soul sprinting out of my grasp...
Her stitched up smile torn apart,
Her steady breathing interrupted,
Pulsing like her taunting heart-
To rhythmic beauty so corrupted.
To hands entangled in iron bars,
Too greedy to ever set free
The Snow White fingers of the Ivory Doors
Binding my tongue to silent slavery.
To whispers on the waves of words
Licking the face of cold Enchantment,
To spells cast by the fiend inside her eyes-
A hint of fear inside the Contentment.
To a poison touch from acidic skin,
To Addiction that wins hesitation-
To noxious Temptation and surrendered Sin,
Cheers to Submission in Love's lamentation.
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