She was darkness,
magical princess
of ecstatic pains.
Queen of wishes,
lips bruised
with the brush
of lust,
and the power
to pull from
all of us
the very veins
that worked
webs from
within
our supple skin.
Tantalizing terror
goddess Arachne
who spun her web
to entrap thee,
the enraptured
rotting zombie.
Poison on her lip
with nine inch
finger nails
that scratched
the flesh
of innocent men
and sent them
straight to hell.
Hazel eyes
with specks of blue
swimming around
her dark irises.
Like black holes
surrounded by
cosmic gasses,
and like those holes
she swallowed
lost souls
who dared to
venture near.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC
She was darkness,
magical princess
of ecstatic pains.
Queen of wishes,
lips bruised
with the brush
of lust,
and the power
to pull from
all of us
the very veins
that worked
webs from
within
our supple skin.
Tantalizing terror
goddess Arachne
who spun her web
to entrap thee,
the enraptured
rotting zombie.
Poison on her lip
with nine inch
finger nails
that scratched
the flesh
of innocent men
and sent them
straight to hell.
Hazel eyes
with specks of blue
swimming around
her dark irises.
Like black holes
surrounded by
cosmic gasses,
and like those holes
she swallowed
lost souls
who dared to
venture near.
