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We start our dance
Which we'll dance with great delight
This night my Demon can free me of this Fright
My chest be free from this Blight
His night has come,
The deed shall be done,
With knife in hand
And partner left under my command
Fear starts to flicker across his face
As we kneel to do our disgrace
He smiles as I draw the knife
Why does this not seem right?
His eyes hold no fright
Can't he see this is not right
My body is not it's own
I am locked inside as a drone.
The demon commands us to slaughter
So our knives slice through like water.
Neither of us cares not a bit
As blood from our prey doth spit
His smile falls as I draw the knife
As he sees that I'm no longer his wife
Strife and discord this fool has caused
But is his life the price, so I paused
We revel and rejoice with blood spill
We REALLY do so enjoy the thrill
All I want to do is scream
As this must be a dream
No not at all a dream
But 'tis the Demons scheme.
Illyanna set this Demon on the go
Time to set upon Robert Celentano
Thanks Illyanna and Martyn love for your help as i could not have done this
without you ,,,thanks John LovingIII for making me be challenged...hope I do
THe Haunted Poets Society proud
Ten years past since Coyote deceased
The land became fruitful, with the help of a new priest
It was the time of the crescent moon
When the boys would be sent out across the desert dune
To kill a coyote and return with the skin
And from that day forth their life as a man would begin
On this particular occasion the crescent moon shone bright
Casting shadows of the boys as the priest bless then in the light
One at a time they were sent in different directions
With a two inch blade for their protection
As they wondered off into the dark, out of sight
Suddenly their screams brought a chill to the air and the tribe was consumed by
fright
The medicine man rushed to their aid
Carrying his crescent moon shaped blade
Behind him were the tribesmen, twenty strong
To back him up incase anything went wrong
They found the boys laying, in a row
Alive but in a lifeless trance surrounded by snow
The ground was hot but around them as cold as ice
Everything was methodical and precise
The medicine man stood for a while looking afar
He saw a female figure near the missionary camp called “The Starr”
The ordered the men to take the boy back to the camp
As he walked off into the night just with a night lamp
He reached a huge boulder
When the air became colder
His curiosity overcame his fear as the female figure drew nearer.
He called out to it to identify itself
As she pounced majestically onto an icy shelf
She said you will remember who I am
Once a female sacrifice which should have been a man
He lifted the light to see her form
Her body perfect, a picturesque goddess, however, a bit pale
And around the thigh curled and uncurled her coyote tail
Her face, a face that every woman would admire
Except for the coyote fangs, he found that she was his desire
Like perfect mountains were her firm pink breasts
Her belly button the shape of a moon crescent was what intrigued him, his thought
confessed.
She moved close slowly and touched him with a hand that was cold
But the touch made him feel a warmth and he knew his heart was sold
To the desire to have and to hold
He kissed her gently and he felt more bold
To be continued….. P.D. Pt2