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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dark as the night goddess, she is an ebony princess, Blackest beauty whom sheds layers textures, as veils Cast upon the breath of the night winds. She the temptress enchantress, passion's desire burns Within, these emerald eyes of seductions flame. Fallen have men, and gods into shadow, faded by Thus empress of the dark arts Magi. Woven spells of intrigue entice the innocent, To play deadly games of the lost, ending paradise Illusions, but oh how they dream still, within The realm of her kingdom. Beware those of fragile soul, the black maiden's waltz It is a singular pulse, beating at the heart of darkness, Alive spiritual being, is she known as black. The sun fell in love, with the first rays of the dawn, Forlorn she cried unto the moon eclipse, and so he did Comfort her, shielding thus within his embrace. The child was given forth from their union, Is she, black. Royalties clinging robes, cover thus all in twilight’s Faded hour, beauties most fair, inhales all light, By shades quilting blanket, with the woven stars Lain ever so gently amongst the heavens themselves. Here she sits on golden throne, that orbits the universal Immortals, casting dreams enchantments in a mystical, Plan known only to her majesty, black. Throw passions rose petal unto her temple pools, Pray thee young lovers for blessings approval, To thus goddess, the keeper of loves devotional Faith. In the ivory bricked temple of black, desires Lustful heart of men, so is judged by the queen Of enchantments, thy guardian of the dammed. Oh beware the whitest rose left alone, May be red at mornings first rays of light, Or torn to shreds, leaving only a stem behind, This goddess of silent fate, holds the answers, And she only speaks in whispers by night., In her world of illusions, black after all Is the dreaming goddess. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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