IN VAIN
Posted by
L.G.OLSON
Posted on: 01/09/08
IN VAIN
A NIGHT IN VAIN, SO RICH IS THE LIGHT,LIFES SWEET PAIN, THE CRUELIST OF FIGHT.
BITTER HEARTS WORN, CARELESS OF WHIM,
LAY TO THE STORM, CALLING THE WINDS.
FEEDING THE SOULESS, ANOTHER SO FRAIL,
HE COMES TO CONTROL US, WHEN YOUR MIND DOES FAIL.
CRADLE THE FORSAKEN, THE WEEPING AND BOUND,
FEED THE TEMPTATION, INSIDE IT IS FOUND.
GIVEN REDEMPTION, SHE BEGS ON HER KNEES,
WORSHIPS THE NIGHT, TO TAKE WHAT HE PLEASE.
SKIN SO SUTLE, PALE TO THE NIGHT,
THE CALL OF HER BLOOD, ENVOLKES THE NIGHT.
THE SMELL OF HER VIRTUE, THICK ON HIS LIPS,
TASTE OF HER FLESH, BLOOD DOWN HER HIPS.
SEDUCTION SO SWEET, A PROMISED ENTWINE,
HER BODY LIKE LACE, HIS LIPS ARE LIKE WINE.
TASTE OF THE BODY, FEED FROM THE BREAST,
SHE IS HIS VICTIM, A WILLING CONQUEST.
L.G.OLSON
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