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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kneeling on ungodly needs in a gothic fortress of woeful odes, surrounded by black knights and colorless blossoms, searching for legitimate sestinas and versatile villanelles to ignite my quill to bleed without semantic barriers. Swaying like a pendulant, on the edge between light and darkness, resembling midnight's black ice queen, I thirsted for a universal prophecy. A poet who would engrave perennial verses upon my discoloured healing heart. To paint antique stones, during sunless days in a moonless kingdom. A calligraphic catharsis, adorning the sincere crown of an imperial ivory king, whose angelic voice glitters like gems, soothing insensitive beating drums within my pondering pensive mind. A majestic master of his quill, reviving poetic intimacy, fusing his musings deep inside untouched chambers with an unscratched itch, of my undanced fandango. Fate has a way for versifiers to assimilate. From the first drop of his couplet, he had my tongue rhyming to the rhythm of his unspoken lyrics. Now, I am a slave to what I have become. Handcuffed and blindfolded by preserved petals between perfumed pages written from the tip of his magical wand like fingers. I am weaving crystal quartz words in witching hours, whilst he pours dulcet musings incensed in white sage over my rustic bronze silhouette, as I am his willing mistress: a submissive subservient pawn to his silent slavery. Throned in intricately carved prose and poetry, where monochrome strokes of thin lines no longer perish. There’s no need for a sorcerer when his sentimental sonnets are an addictive elixir. I am deliriously comatose and chained in piercingly euphoric sagas of his saccharine soul. Even Lilith seized the moment to behold what belonged to her In the name of infatuated love. So this is me, stealing scented seeds sown along parallel paradigms of his rightful Parnassian paradise, drowning in metaphorical monograms, leaving memoirs of a poetess- seething glitters and gold reborn from the depths of a savior that saved me from burnt chapters of darkest oblivion.
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