Sinister Snowbird.
One final blast of frigid wind leaving one last reapers' kiss.
La femme fatale bids dour adieu to fast fading verdant bliss.
She snaps her teeth like silver shears in cold calculating lips.
She slips her burnished bits of bone through Borgia fingertips.
La femme fatale bids dour adieu to fast fading verdant bliss.
Forlorn fields lie lifeless now,sweet skin scored graveyard brown.
She slips her burnished bits of bone through Borgia fingertips.
She will cover with a liquid shroud, trimmed ends in frosty down.
Forlorn fields lie lifeless now,sweet skin scored graveyard brown.
She snaps her teeth like silver shears in cold calculating lips.
She will cover with a liquid shroud, trimmed ends in frosty down.
One final blast of frigid wind leaving one last reapers' kiss.
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