Gothic Queen

Dark shadows in the Gothic hall The Gothic Queen has us in her thrall I somehow am not fearful at all But dank wet atmosphere makes everything unclear. Humid as it is the water runs down the walls Like tiny rivulet waterfalls Sparking in the candle lights that surround I can hear a heavy pounding sound There is remnants of blood spilt on the floor Then behind the great iron wrought doors The queen appears in subdued phosphorescent light And she was a dangerous but beautiful sight She was a sight for sore eyes Yet I dared not stared in fear she would strike me blind. She said I had a choice Choose death or succumb to her I barely found my voice But when I did I said I'd choose to serve her Not because I fear death but because I was in awe of her And she seemed to like this I saw her eyes as they lit Nobody she said had been that audacious before And I vow to do anything she needed I would be her servant believe me But instead she made me her male form of concubine From that day we both lived wild From that day I knew That life would never be the same But with this I had issue I was serving the Gothic Queen This dark and dangerous dream I was servicing the Gothic Queen And she devoured me.