A choir of darkened voices pervade the room,
a circle of candles lighting her doom,
but his executioner is weak at heart,
and his body shivers and falters... an innocent lamb,
his thoughts and words swim in a sea of confusion,
as he beholds her beauty and gives in to delusion,
for his heart and faith grew weak,
and his book of words was stabbed with a pick.
Prayers flying and whispers gathering,
her eyes opened wide, her constitution not faltering,
her nails she pushed through his skin,
and in torrents he spilt his blood, and faith within,
a darkened kiss she gave him,
a smirk on her expression was drawn instantly,
his eyes filled with tears of a lost soul,
the one he was about to lose in a tight embrace of cold,
for he knew he was defeated by the darkened beauty,
the one that leaves the flesh corrupted,
and gives you the power of cruelty.
RQ
Caracas
23-8-10
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