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| image by Zelko Nedic |
She comes to me in dreams real as Earth
Divine succubus
Her silken wings become my blindfold
Her ebony tresses my chains
I, her servant of the midnight,
willingly succumb to her spell
From my mind's mad stirrings
emerges a wild hope
a plea I dare not voice
(Maybe she will stay)
Evil enchantress
She hears my thoughts
leaves her calling card-
black dog with eyes of fire
Now I know that it is I
who will be going soon.
