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The Calling at a Dark place at Night
She looks at me with
childlike eyes
I'm stuck in a strange
space of time
Wafting is my existence,
slowly into her. . .
I revel at the touch of her lips
on mine. . .
so sweet and soft
like a rose petal
or a lily. . .
She speaks like a wretched angel,
both tender and vile
words float in my head
like blood in water
her tongue stains my thoughts
with a crimson lust
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I await the arrival of my queen of the Hallowed
Bowing before her bounty
of disassembled ferocity
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