Vex the kissing maiden
Broken hearts unfurl
Suture ripping open
Ships assailed by stormy winds
Aerie days of joyous banter
Lulling with the feeble skin
Flesh to flesh I shall devour
Broken hearts grow dull
Arson of my flagrant passion
Stabbing at the rightful heir
Of the love the maiden dares profess
The altar sullied by the offering
Blindly does the mare follow
Where the stallion reluctantly leads?
Lies to lies, the wine grows sour
Stabbing at the plightful heir
Grating on my sense of self
Smiling wily is the temptress
Aging in the moonlit night
Mead pours on the land of the faceless
Bloody mouths agape in lust
Farewells are whispered in the darkness
Eyes to eyes the would-be lovers
Smiling wrily is the temptress
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