The Challenge (Day 6)

A gypsy she was
Constantly tipsy because
Her fantasies paused
The curse her realities had caused

****** Mary was Hersolutiongel before *******
Devil’s cut her femgasm if she ever wanted to hit ******

Always numb
Until after a few shots of bourbon
Wild she’d turn
Haunting her preys with desire as from her touch, they burn
She leaves soon as she ****
Breathless, they lay long after she’s gone
The mystic menace she’s become
Some say, she once was Queen
Whose crown shone bright and her smile a beam
Until her king was slain by his twin
So his throne he would claim

Held down by her guards on his command
She must be his Queen was his demand
She spat on him and cursed his grave
A slap, she recieved across her face
taking her against her will to satisfy his rage
She writhed in pain
Her cries drowned in her drought of tears
He had cursed her with shame
Timid, she’d become imprisoned by fear
Months after uncontrollably she bled
So much her poker faced midwife admitted she was scared
The queen had lost her seed
With which went her appetite and sleep
One day the new king was found dead
His body missing a head
The kingdoms was filled with dread
And the queen panicked she might be silenced so she fled.

A gypsy she became
The haunted became the hunter
The best in the game
r3d
30/10/17
14:15

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