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Forlornucopial the wealth of misery |
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And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure |
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Deep swathes of gloom |
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that once cocooned me in dark livery |
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Now clothed me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure |
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Alas it's true |
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The beast you knew |
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Found breath anew |
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In the heartstrings of love's assassin |
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She was a huntress |
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And an alabaster bride |
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A Venus not averse to taking sides |
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And in all my centuries |
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Bar Carmilla in cerise |
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Never had I fallen save for foolish pride |
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As we walked, our affrighted lanterns |
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Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies |
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The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms |
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Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise |
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Illicitus |
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So capricious |
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Superstitious to the point of philistine |
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The glue of secrecy grew paper thin |
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Her beauty so delicious |
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In the realm of the divine |
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The cross about her throat gave up to sin |
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In expectation |
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Her lips to find |
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The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars |
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That traitor love |
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Once its spell ran headlong through my veins |
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Now I felt it roar again |
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Like an urge for murder |
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...Her kiss |
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The paradigm of bliss |
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Hot whispers on the wind |
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In swanlike curves I graced salvation |
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Amidst both world I promised her |
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Eternity would be beautiful |
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Yet on the cusp |
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I still not truly dared |
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Her eyes plied hard a burning will |
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Beseeching on her knees |
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Like Salome unfulfilled |
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I hung between two thieves |
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Guilt and spilt desire |
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Until that flame became a fire |
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All consuming |
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With strength renewed |
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I turned again |
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Death all lit up by my perfect victim |
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And she grew |
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The scourge of men |
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They hissed her name in perverted dictum |
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Now we walk, our cavorting auras |
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Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies |
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The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus |
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Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise |
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Illicitus |
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Illicit |
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Us |
