Through Black Eyes of Blood Lore

She lies enthralled on marble
Steam and blood reflect in her mirrors
Eyes black in envy
Torment stains at the sight of inflection

Portraiture of scorn and sickness
Ancient depth dark emergence
Charged of construct
Torment's veil at the scent of her breathlessness

Lost a whore forlorncomin
Drowned upon the storm
Feed the hands of ancient queens a lost reprieve foretold

Oh the doors of Chatice walls made of stone, sin and beauty
Confide for me erotic games on floors enriched with fantasy
My praise must keep with those of prose, the royal, ruling, and gallantry
With the lick of fire, thy tongue commands the best in ancient perversity

I indulge unmarked, unearthed in all your devotion
Take this bed of thine as your sweet soaked perversion
Her nerve divides upon the cast flesh of virgins

Drowned a whore unborn
Lost through-out the storm
Taste the stone with blood stained lips, as the crown bears the sword



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Writer(s): Trent Powell
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