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Elizabeth
Elizabeth
She dispirits memories
A worldly woman
She is disolute
A scornful soul
That brings forth discord
Through soft whispered psalms
Whith which she may entrall any soul
And bring forth war
Midst harps attuned
Performing swansong serenades for her love
Elizabeth, a witch
Her blood-let stitches itch
As this vixen sits
Upon her throne
woven and builth of lover's bone until sunset comes in effulgence
When she shall unfurl
From her dwelling of earth
So she may captivate in lust lost souls
Disrobe once more
To partake in her nightly rite of pleasure
And bring chaos to nations
With her venomusly lustful smile
Elizabeth, to stich
The wounds of all forsaken souls
To bring them in the night
To encompass them into her forte
Only to, in turn, dennounce them in splendid heartache
Holding despair within their hearts
Elizabeth, a rose
Fallen upon this vermillion moon
As blood is shead
The droplets, tear stains
Upon this requiem in her name
Oh sweet elizabeth
Thy memory hangs
A mist low at our feet
As we sing softly worded laments
And dusk settles among the trees
We now lay thy bone woven diadem upon thy breast
Ss thou closes thy eyes one final time
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth"
"Elizabeth"
