Cranberry spice heart,
Frosted gold eyes,
Ashen demeanour,
And shattering lies.
Blueberry bloodstream,
Thoughts laced with wine,
Cider, mulled, dark and sweet,
Scorching her time.
Voodoo doll figure,
Pinned up to the sky,
A needle vein lover,
Till' death shall she die.
Her cranberry spice heart,
A German witch spell,
Every spotlight will follow,
Her dance towards hell.
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Here I am, mistress of the stars, It is me you will worship forever, With stained sorrows, bleeding scars, With joyful, joyful endeavours, Worshipped, my lullaby breath, Deep in the Pitts of my...
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
You, you demon,. Wings of flame,. Onyx eyes,. Inflicting pain,. You, you demon,. Blood of ice,. Bones of fog,. With luck of dice,. You, you demon,. Nettle tongue,. Dry ice smoke,.
Feel the grip of magic, Feel it in the air, Embrace the power, shake the hand, But only if you dare.
Midnight, on all hallow's eve,. Her realm and time to wake,. Blackest eyes of charcoal jet,. Your soul is her's to take,. Her hair is all but spider silk,. Her skin, translucent, pale,.
I look in the mirror What do I see.
A flash of electric, a rush of cold air, A snowflake inferno chills my body, bare, A frigid expulsion of crystalline dread, Bites deep in the aura of lustrous dead.
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