My Golden Child
In the furnace of her belly deep
The makers spell is cast
My Golden Child is set to sleep
'til mother shines her last
Only through her deathly leap
My child comes to pass
My Golden Child to make you weep
With craving wanton grasp
She's a heart breaking
Bitter mistress
My Golden Child is hypnotizing
Such dazzling beauty you can't resist
You can't resist my Golden Child
In her reflected glow your hearts go weak
A white flag up the mast
My golden child you'll want to reap
Seductive poison passed
Copyright © Simon Herbert | Year Posted 2012
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