The Dp
The dark prince and his ever dark bride,
They sit together on the beast they ride.
The dark prince and his forever dark maid,
Sharp tongues like any knife or switchblade.
Talking back and forth like an evil river flow,
They are both invited to hell this you know.
Copyright © Dawn Gordon | Year Posted 2011
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