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Oh love – 
What dire straits you have landed in…
What great peril, what curse lies, 
Heaped upon your innocent lamb’s skull 
You were born under an unlucky star, 
Poor unsuspecting slaughter-house soul,
And here am I to fulfil the bleak prophecy – 
To lead you astray into the labyrinth, 
Into the inescapable maze of destruction 
And bleak skeletal death 
I, the ill star of the ill starred 
The accursed curser of the cursed 
The damned witch, who metes out damnation 
With a flick of her bony finger, 
A black flame burning in her hollow eyes – 
That is I, she is me, 
And here I am…
Your lover, your keeper, your executioner tonight 
With a cloak of deception mantling me, I embrace you 
My skin blanketing yours in ivory damask 
My sapphire eyes bewitch and beguile… 
I am at once a dewy rose – 
And the hissing serpent beneath it, 
I am the black widow in mourning garb, 
With a gentle smile of regret as I slit your throat 
My tender ministrations leave you breathless – 
For eternity, 
A cold corpse of chilled marble, 
With the blood maroon and hard inside your veins  
And at first dawn’s light I flee - and leave you dead…
And yet, despite the murder, 
Despite the ruthless annihilation as I snuff out your soul 
And harvest the memories within its tenuous vessel, 
Yet still I do declare – 
I love you dearest 
I love you and long for you, 
With every ounce of my hollow heart 
And in the back of my mind, always, lingers a golden thought; 
That if the devil didn’t dominate me so, 
And if death were not my vile vocation, 
I would scoop you into my adoring alabaster arms 
And bear you far away, to Elysium and beyond, 
Where promise rings sit on rosebuds 
And the rivers are of sweet white wine – 
And we could be together forever, you and I, 
The cursed couple, the luckless lovers…
The witch and her familiar
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