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Ghost of Sinful Delight
the moon hung full
and tinted yellow shade,
as this blistering cold struck
a collection of mist formed,
blotting out the decaying trees
veiling my eyes from sight,
the whispers of a still wind died
amidst the screams of wolves
and beasts alike,
a chill of fever
a portrait of blood and flesh
resting at my feet,
a nightmare had taken prize
upon this faired haired raven,
the queen of damned men
sanity's nightmare,
a tasty treat of her unholy deed
brought upon by sins of shameful conduct,
a mid-wife with a taste for flesh
carnivore of child and more
a Venus mantrap,
the whore to devour
the cum upon she choked,
sticky sweet meat
in which she indulged,
the look of shock caught in her eyes
this false flesh she bore,
hiding her inner demon
that played her for thrills,
the chills that ran through me
a story not undone
but laid from touch
that she burned into my mind,
I said my spiteful words
and continued on,
through the forest of blackness
as the trees moaned
their sorrowful songs caught my ears,
the fog began to swell
as I held my breath in shock,
a silhouette appeared
before my un-trustful eyes I saw her
her ghost in the fog of majesty,
her look of lust appeared in front of me
as I began to run she grasped me hard,
pulling me into her breasts
I quivered with fear and desire for her taste,
unable to resist her whim
I sealed my fate with sin,
forever as the bastard husband of a sinful whore.
