The Demons Peace Pt1
Deep within my blackened soul
This dark nightmare grows
From putrid bile so foul
Where bloodied carnage grows
Festering in a venomous pit
Where only my demon goes
The bloodsuckers of the night
Scorn my very existence
Cowering as from holy light
The lupine howlers foul stench
Their savage bite takes no hold
On this weary wicked retch
Blackened tendrils, locks of hair
Burning eyes like fire aflame
Seek to seduce the maiden fair
With silky golden skin, and hair of red
Her body laid bare before me
"I am yours." is all she said
I saw a hand reaching out to touch her
The fingers were my own
All the sinful pleasures I could offer
And like a wisp she was gone
Ethereal shimmer fading in the dawn
No scent was left behind, absolutely none
And with the growing light, I retreated
To my unholy place inside
To see my bloody nightmares repeated
And so I slept and dreamed of frightful things
As the hours slipped by my writhing soul
Time flew away on bloodsoaked wings
The carnage inside my maddened mind
Took hold upon my very being
Taut and coiled, waiting to unwind
As my fitful slumber drew to a close
I glimpsed her fiery tendrils floating by
Her naked body an erotic pose
My wailing demons hushed their call
Clenched fists round roses thorns
Turning before me her body bares all
--- see PT2 ---
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