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To thy “stranger”, I would say: Wouldst thee with flaming embers play? What wouldst thou give me, for my lore? A service, or gift from a distant shore? Ah, I have it—give me a Kiss I’ll be satisfied with this “A trifle!" Yea, I do not jest Since curiosity will not rest I deem this the fairest price For my confession of many a vice In good faith I deign to wait— ‘til my tale is done—thy lips to sate Sit, for though this tale is short Thou art my guest in this misted Court I am a child with a demon’s heart A confection with a center **** Through my veins runs not vampyr’s liquor Rather, ground glass and honey are my ichor Silk and lace may conceal the malice But even such are stained, like a tarnished chalice Raiment white I wear no longer Storm and night by far are stronger Tainted as the tainted come Lust I’ve tasted, and then some The sweet bite of teeth I’ve often felt But mine own claws have more damage dealt For how can shadows of bruises compare To the unhealed slashes beneath my hair? But lesser are all blades, fangs, and claws Than the candied toxins from these tiny jaws Words—not spells—in many tongues Physic’ly powered by caged lungs Caressing, weaving, setting hearts a-daze Twisting, stabbing, fiery raze Finally, sever, the building craze Suffering will not this parasite faze Their fresh hot tears—my wine But at Death I draw the line Darkness in an Angel’s guise Deception, too, I despise I can die But cannot lie Why so pale and trembling, my dear? I daresay I know what will give thee cheer Have my lips—a gift, not a payment Into the void thy fears will be sent Thou wilst forget all thy joys and regret And stay for eternity, as my human pet… How may I say this, with a face so merry? Why, ‘tis simple—I am a faerie
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Datura
To thy “stranger”, I would say: Wouldst thee with flaming embers play? What wouldst thou give me, for my lore? A service, or gift from a distant shore? Ah, I have it—give me a Kiss I’ll be satisfied with this “A trifle!" Yea, I do not jest Since curiosity will not rest I deem this the fairest price For my confession of many a vice In good faith I deign to wait— ‘til my tale is done—thy lips to sate Sit, for though this tale is short Thou art my guest in this misted Court I am a child with a demon’s heart A confection with a center **** Through my veins runs not vampyr’s liquor Rather, ground glass and honey are my ichor Silk and lace may conceal the malice But even such are stained, like a tarnished chalice Raiment white I wear no longer Storm and night by far are stronger Tainted as the tainted come Lust I’ve tasted, and then some The sweet bite of teeth I’ve often felt But mine own claws have more damage dealt For how can shadows of bruises compare To the unhealed slashes beneath my hair? But lesser are all blades, fangs, and claws Than the candied toxins from these tiny jaws Words—not spells—in many tongues Physic’ly powered by caged lungs Caressing, weaving, setting hearts a-daze Twisting, stabbing, fiery raze Finally, sever, the building craze Suffering will not this parasite faze Their fresh hot tears—my wine But at Death I draw the line Darkness in an Angel’s guise Deception, too, I despise I can die But cannot lie Why so pale and trembling, my dear? I daresay I know what will give thee cheer Have my lips—a gift, not a payment Into the void thy fears will be sent Thou wilst forget all thy joys and regret And stay for eternity, as my human pet… How may I say this, with a face so merry? Why, ‘tis simple—I am a faerie
written in 2009
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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