Her white so pure,
His red love bursting,
Her past obscure,
His mind molesting.
Her eyes on search,
His hands retreat,
Her body lurches,
Hides underneath.
His evil thoughts,
Her gentle bloom,
Their hands as one,
Thick freezing gloom.
And then he moves,
And she forgets,
The same caress,
Which she regrets.
For his is the fire,
That burns within,
Her the brief sorrow,
Scarred on the skin.
Will he be the one,
On hers the spell,
To break up the devil,
A bride made of hell?
















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It's something that occured in the heat of the moment, and after I had the Idea I actually thought about what to write for once, instead of just letting it flow
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