Dressed in black
Her skin is silver
Her haunting steps
Brings you to shiver
Crowned with horror
You’ll never sleep
Queen of corruption
Damned are her sheep.
A chamber of sin
And a poisonous kiss
Plucking your eyes
While your blood turns to wine
When your spirit’s gone
By the brink of dawn
The wolves will come
Reciting their creed
Turning to human
The wolves will be
Savoring your flesh
Like a delicacy
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Written April 23rd, 2006
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Nice write....I like how you used the wolves in the poem.
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Thank you very much Thrawn. The wolves in the poem was an idea that I wanted to incorporate in the poem, but it was a struggle finding the right words. Every time I wrote that part to do with the wolves, my writing was constipated. I had to table the "Her Royal Highness" for awhile until I found right words that decent enough.
Thank you again.
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Love it!
Sorry I haven't checked these all out til now bro. I love all your stuff. You have such an amazing way of revealing the skeletons in our closets! You will always be favored by the saint! (wink)
Until we meet again- chowder.
And I really hope that one day we get to have that band. My music style has grown a lot.
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.amazing.
.I really liked this poem, keep up the good writes.
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Thanks for showing me an error. I will correct the "is" to an "are".
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I like it, but I wish it rhymed all the way throughout. The end to the rhymes was abrupt. Also, in this line, "Damned is her sheep." Is should be "are."
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WONDERFUL!
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