| Look into the sullen need, and see the castle.
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| Forboding as time and the night which draws it.
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| The shadowy reek of sorcerers and witches, screaming at why they’re just a reek.
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| Hearken to the window they beckon, come with us.
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| Like a cowardic caress, the day fumbles for the rain and the night triumphant,
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| recites forth like wolfsbane.
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| Pretentious look at what’s far between, and the dog which should not be.
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| The stormy caress of doom hanging from the sky, bleeds over branches clawing to
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| the secret…
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| and the goddess full glares through.
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| In the ecstasy of fire and blood, they ride, a red crown of horns their only
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| dress.
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| Whispers and wanting, higher and laughter raging through the lunar breathe.
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| And they all know…
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| The darkness and the portal clouds speaking of lands far away and not long ago.
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| This sigh, this witches night, this iron fence creaking in delight,
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| a reminder so longing.
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| Run in archaic incantations, and let this dark kiss of the horned one,
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| flow like a river into hades.
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| Flowing in orgasmic fire…
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| The velvet cape and the hooded gaze, a tender invitation to the priestess ride.
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| And they cackle in this warmth, cackle in this fire and you…
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| And you crying at the new-found beauty of the night.
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| Pretentious look at what’s far between, and the dog which should not be.
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| The stormy caress of doom hanging from the sky, bleeds over branches clawing to
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| the secret… |