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Claudia

Contributed by gravehorn on Tuesday, 9th October 2007 @ 02:13:31 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

(Female laughter)

“Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold;
Her skin was as white as leprosy.
The night-mare Life-in-death was she,
Who thick’s man’s blood with cold”.

[female voice]
“Let the flesh instruct the mind”.

CLAU-DI-A

As long as the moon doth rise again;
Feel the pulse of the blood-red sea.
Whilst our hearts, our minds, be lost in vain,
Our love shall last for eternity.

The sweet sensation,
Blood deprivation,
Cured with our god-lent grace.

Your skin it shines
Through the wind swept pines,
Like an angel rent upon the foul earth face.

CLAU-DI-A

A night stalker,
Ebon nether knocker;
Birth to the world of night.

Faint words calling;
Your voice volume falling;
Lost to the foul white light.

Your wings they spread full of dark red dread;
The death that we all await.
Each mortal born is a life forlorn,
To kiss the final somber gate.

Your touch is like coldest ice,
Torn from Pluto’s skin.
But to me it lights a flame inside
That burns away the pain.

Your breath like a winter breeze,
Caught on the eastern wind,
Temps my body; a distant tease,
With memories of how we sinned.

CLAU-DI-A

A night stalker,
Ebon nether knocker;
Birth to the world of night.

Faint words calling;
Your voice volume falling;
Lost to the foul white light.

Fair Miss Lioncourt
To procreate a farce most silent;
Where shared disdain for each other’s bane
Is lost in time’s last serenade,
And caught amidst a storm most violent.

Though your body remain both calm and young,
A sharpness grows deep inside your tongue.
Your words cut deep with ripe replete
And pour forth rivers of succubae splendor.

Copyright Â© gravehorn ... [ 2007-10-09 02:13:31]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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