A breath of darkness an existance painted in thriving red a crown of ivy and she danced... the branches trying to catch her with desirous, clawing dead love and she tranced... morbid tales fill her sarcophagus ...midnight...
a timeless crown on the neverworld duchess dancing she comes to the storm slithering from the dark of her soul to the night of the day bleeding in games for tomorrow they come to drown her too long has she had this reign and the dukes all present their gallant hands for this, the last drain a white bedroom lost in thought of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth a semen spell in the cauldron red starts to bleed a new game for tomorrow they come to bound her but this they have always done and she laughs at their gallant mucus hands for their night never comes a white bedroom lost in thought of the serpents entwined in yesterdays labyrinth a semen spell in cauldron red starts to bleed a new game starts to bleed...