Ah, lover of immoral pleasures,
My sister of hot purple schemes,
You sell all your feminine treasures
Sweet seller and drinker of dreams.
You awake when dusk is fast falling
As ghosts course across the night air
And smile as those spirits are calling
You from your lair.
So long have you vetted and fêted
Your lovers until they were slaves,
While you’ve cursed and you’re harried and baited,
Until they were thrown in their graves.
You body’s a lean lethal dagger
That you’ve used to sunder each heart
So lovely you stroll and you swagger,
With such dark art.
Your eyes are huge coins shining golden,
Your red lips are curled in a sneer,
My qualms only serve to embolden
My sadistic pale Princess of Fear;
My dreams you now quaff and so drain them,
And make inky black what was white,
All my hopes you now brake and distain them
Here in the night.
Though I’m beaten with rods and with truncheons
In the reeds by these nightmare streams,
I’ve escaped from your claws and your dungeons,
My amorous drinker of dreams.
You are evil, rapacious and lonely,
As all of your spleen you will spend,
So crushed and lifeless that only
God alone might mend.
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Submission Name: Drinker of Dreams
