Her Majesty

Of victims and villains

shadows crawl and conspire

lurid, she lie there

an adornment of the third kind

with emerald beneath closed eyes

and a malevolent smile

staked ever so slightly

by two fangs from above

awaiting to wake in alliance with the moon's rise

this night to unfold like a whorer film

between the first and final reflections of life

ready, with a prevalent mind

this countess encounters

to coyly call upon those undivine.

Bundled,

in a sea of velvet ebony

with satin stitches to pierce and seize, your breath

breathe... breathe... breathe...

Bound to her majesty through tragedy

so close to being realized

so close as to fervidly feel

the whispers that trail behind (the chill of) her skin...

(not spoken)"and that is what inevitably finds you.

so whether of not, whom ever sought out

because you were found

you become her tied intentions-

selling so short of the lore once foretold.

Salaciously, she embraces thee

like a vicious wish so gracefully

materializing to chanceful charms

as her victim, so unalarmed

you fall to her

forget to breathe...

breathe... breathe...

once hers, you'll surely think:"

"Vehemently inept, perceiving, deceive me

feed me to the bowels of your will.

caress my neck and snap it still.

entrance advancing

captured casts a picturesque perfection

a deadication not on the side of time

yet vastly grasping until i slide

down the shadow of your spine."

coiled like a snake

around your life

each breath you take-

like a rotting obsession, this lethal lust

you now remain, hers not entrust

then feel her steal your erring soul

to have it as her sordid own.

as waves of blackness cover you,

she's all ready

perched on the edge of the end of another life

with villainous eyes to pierce and cease your breath...

breathe... bleed...

Slaughter...