Black Moon

Black moon rising upon the sand against the shore of nevermore where the little angels sleep and the whore’s dine with delicious wine.Among the forestry of innocence decor does the vines of vindiction ripen.A cry distant yet forever heard as it whistles through the wind.A howl of mournful isolation coming from the lips of the Raven.It is her.A forgotten female led astray,far from home,never to be the same,a reflection of what man created.The devil in those depths does not see mercy or grace only vengeful loathing brought on by years of betrayed hate.She hunts this isle with brutality.Those canines crave the faint stains of sweet blood dripping a lullabye soothing her tired bones.Men fear this wretched place but yet continue to venture near only to disappear one by one because how could they resist the Siren’s call.Her breasts beckon the lips of the saints and sear into the groins of the sinners.The softness she offers soon turns to stone.Lethal creature.She cannot help but befriend the shadows in which took her in when she was nothing but a weak waste of space.Beauty and beast collide as union.



About Into Oblivion

It's a midnight Kiss from Hell A sweet spell that Poetry sells to my shadowy mind I just like writing random poetry and shit
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