Crimson flame of darkest desire
Wrapped in shards of blackest attire
A Demon’s heart thunders eternal
For a bride worthy for him to admire
A mortal virgin of heavens conspire
In a gentle glade full of summer
A mortal maid sits in purest wonder
Waiting for the prince to win her heart
Upon an old knurled log of lumber
The virgin falls into a tender slumber
Mists of web she falls through dreams
Each of them full of cakes and creams
But through them all he now approach
Through the mists and silver beams
He stands before the virgin seams
To his touch the peaceful virgin groans
Her desire for him too much she moans
A virgin in sleep she will be no more
The Demon penetrates her deepest bones
Her aching soul sings in his sexual tones
Sleep disturbed light shuns the whore
The high note reached the prince withdraw
To the hells to wait for his brides return
The mortal bride now black to the core
She who is now dressed within darkest lore
Written By
Elven Bloodwolf
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