And so the lizard king meets a bat queen. Worlds apart. Beats of heart. Flaps of wings. Skin tears apart.
I've seen the others look so queer at two fiends meeting, lips alight in a dirty leer.
They giggled and spun. They fell as they run. To amythist orbs. In place of the sun.
The story is cursed by the truth of their beauty. Two creatures in a deathly embrace, bound by their duty.
As monsters they knew how to fight and cause debauchery but as the fair faerie they knew magikal sorcery. They drank till they fell. Then they kissed forcefully.
My senses were keen on that strange night. Feasting with the demons. I felt the delight. I saw these strange creatures in leather and vine. I saw her steeds wings brilliantly shine. Fierce warrior queen, I had wished she was mine