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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required DEATH OF A PARISIENNE HOUSEMATE--Monsieur L'Vampyre The death of me lay waiting in the dark down candle lighted steps, before mine eyes as my love held the blade, to leave the mark upon my neck before I'd realize yes I knew she was there, and filled with hate a murderess if I'd do as she thought but I had other plans, to change her fate, and lay her deep with all the pain she'd wrought; my derringer was cocked and firm in hand and chambered were both silver tips for her whilst I had in my mind, and had it planned in self defense I'd fire, be as it were. just as her wolf man died the night before from mine own hand behind her bedroom door! (less of orgasm he was humping for.) And how she cried as he drew his last breath I nearly had compassion for her spell, forgetting how they'd made my life a death and that his soul was borned straight out from hell but grabbed she then my pearly handled knife my very favorite blade of cutlery I used in gutting pigs, or end the life of anyone who'd do a wrong to me; So down theses cellar steps she's led the chase welll knowing I would have to end her days, lest she could beat my play, and save her face and then convince the gendarmes of my ways! I heard her breathing Paris, her sweet sound, but couldn't place the point where she'd be found for silver tips to put her in the ground. The creaking of each wooden step gave sway as I tried to step lightly down the stair until the last was stone, and had no play she held her breath, and silence filled the air! The shadows from the candle's dancing flame there on the wall made nothing for a clue so stepped I through the dim, to stalk my game and then I felt the swish my blade can do! She missed her mark, but cut my sweated skin enough to give more credence to my tale and fired I silver tips, through satin thin and to her heart--you should have heard her wail! She died as she had lived, a fool for me-- and looked too sweet for gentlemen to see, And so I beat her one more time for free!
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