by Armand D'Avencourt
(Europe)
Snow white skin and raven hair.
Lips full red as a blood decanter.
My love - Throned! My infatuation and lust.
Enticing hollow.
So raven she makes the ingenious go blind.
So vindictive she makes the pure-hearted
descent into self-mutilation and alluring
origin of many demises as she despises
copulating with breathing flesh.
Lo, valiant!
Your presence,
the breath freezes inside chest.
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