She is radiant with him in the moonlit night.
Why did he not notice her beauty in life?
Now cold to his touch,
her skin porcelain white,
her pierced heart beating
as cold as ice.
Her stare- like a vanished specter’s now,
absent of the love she once offered to him-
a love he had carelessly cast aside-
He peers deep now,
her black eyes of death
glare back dispassionately
from her unwanting eyes.
Her lips that once beckoned, eternally bleed
a heart that once longed, perpetually feeds
on his fears and regrets,
tormenting his life
that she consumes slowly
each moon-lit night.
Life has turned to his final page tonight-
she arrives for a dancing deathly date
from her grave so comes
from the rain and the mud
with her rose and red dress
both stained in his blood.
It is an offer he knows he must accept,
She has come this time for his eternal debt-
To join her in Hell
in her Unholy Chair
after one night of grace
with her deadliest embrace...
then to rule over the realm of love's misery.
Gold trophy winner
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Wanda
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