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Based on a French legend.


Submitted:Jan 4, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


Traversing the night skies

On the wings of a dragon

She softly sighs

Shadows upon the crescent moon

Seductress of powers

Magic words she croons

The spirit of her force that quides

All seeing eye

Winged serpants peasant countrysides

Adventurers and wanders hoping to meet

The draining kiss, the endless lust

So forbidden and so sweet

Making my way through the unlit wood

Hoping to catch a glimpse

From wherever that I stood

Desiring an encounter and to face

The hope of actually feeling

Her deadly and fatal embrace

Rich must be the taste of her lips

Dying very slowly

Running her hair through my fingetips

Without fear and without fright

Do I continue to wonder

Throughout this malevolent night

Yearning and hoping for her touch

The price of my soul

Is simply not too much





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