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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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From Dusk Til Dawn
(WORSHIP THE FIRE) The bells have tolled, striking the hour of midnight Now is the time for me to arise from my darkened crypt I silently enter my lady's room Blending in so well with the Stygian gloom I glide to her bed and uncover her innocent body Clothed as it is in silk and lace my breath fans the curls that lay on her neck And I reach out to gently caress her soft face How I have longed for this one moment Dreaming of the promise I've so long held dear My lady murmurs so softly in her sleep as she rolls towards me Baring a sweet swelling breast to my tainted eyes She whispers to me in her feverish dreams The thundering pulse in my barely beating heart Heightens my yearning, feeds my infernal desires How badly I want, how badly I need To cool this uncontrollable, raging fire.. raw || truth |