Satine
You’ll see a spiral curl upon the brow
And on her cheeks a trailing rose
Beneath the trellis of a smile
Are seeds where sprouts of darkness fell
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Her honey, wild, and pure with gold
Until the taste was tainted cold
In lonely rooms, pink roses slept
Where bedside shadows used and spent
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The tears she wept so long ago
Now shuttered tight, where secrets hide
Against the dark, against the tide
Of shame which learned to shut an eye
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How did it come to be this way?
Who stalked her, broke her, made her pay?
A broken childhood, piece by piece
No mercy for what might have been
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A child, a lily in the bud
Her fear is gone, but not forgot
Redemption, now it matters not
Where true love dwells, is never sought
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A tear upon the lash won’t fall
The garland once upon her dress
Is now tattooed upon her breast
She steals the breath, if once eyes rest
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Satine, seductress of wanton depths
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