Poetry by Alpha Elyssia
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Death of Persephone
I whipped her perfect angel brigtness,
In her eyes, tears lingering
Of fear, slaughtering the righteous
So good to burn her perfect skin...
First she taunted, but falling crept
Into the underworld of desire
Then she succumbed, and I teasing licked
And drew her back, fingers of fire
She took my crystal heart and smashed,
Her perfect face melted and dripped
Across her skull, the angel crashed
To earth, the painted mask had slipped
Her screams they tore through reddened eyes,
A haze of blooodlust, passion, hunger,
They spurred me on, the dying cries
Of the angel as I pushed her under.
Now her memory but remains,
Acid tears sting self-inflicted lashes
Her blood her marble features stains,
All that remains now, perfect ashes.
©Alpha Elyssia
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