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Tongue Of Song

Tags: love, dark


This the season of query, eventide of the moon's shadow
composing tomes of forgotten bones of poets past,
lusting for thirst of the blue veins
with a wicking flame of tallow in suet of dark refrain.

As my muse gently digest with her head upon my chest    
in memories of dusk as the sun rest,  
as I sip the sweet Madeira,
and the tides of nights feed my quest.

And as the lord's of lore choir at my door
with unspoken words of my eternal fame,  
and echoes from the coffin fields
lusting for thirst of the blue veins.

With deep euphoria and tongue of song,
I serenade of the coven's brew
on queue with a vampire's baton,
and chatoyant dark raven eyes.


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