Nightish Mares
Incantations, Acclamation's
Wicked whispers searing malicious lips
As thou wrench in Satan's slumber
Dream incest, unholy unrest
in a night of crimson passion
Weigh upon me your Godly visit
with a Saint to my own be true
Yet faint in my heart and love torn apart
I'll always be dreaming of you
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Copyright © Steve Fecser | Year Posted 2016
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