The Lair

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Her vampuric lair glistens with the dew drops of freshly squeezed blood, the remains of her loves victims.

Submitted: December 14, 2011

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Submitted: December 14, 2011



Jolting my joints as i enter her lair

Accepting betrayal, im pursued

Seductive was her charm, yet brutally bare

Musicians surrounding me are rude

Independance she longs for though rare

Never to attain something so crude

Ignorance has enchanted her wisdom

Lust has driven unto a bitter conclusion

Oblivion that one cannot fathom

Ventricles portray an ilusion

Ending all rather gruesome

Yet blackened roses replace the bloody pool

Of course the lair is now lonesome

Ugly and alone I was left to rule .


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