A Strange One
Feeding lies upon the edge of rapturous tongues,
Songs fade away into the silent gathering of nothingness.
The siren sings again and passes into the faded realm.
There is little here to hold her.
Contemptuous glances course along the ridge
Of the deadly knife dance. Keeping still the beating hearts.
A thousand deaths are sighed into the universe.
He cannot hold her any longer.
Bursting forth in the red, red bloom upon satin sheets,
She will regret this move forever more, though nothing holds
Her fast.
It is done.
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