III
She calls, she sings
They come, they dance
She pulls their strings
They are willing slaves
But the one who fascinates her
Is the one she waits for
As long as thirteen years
In a horrifying, lingering patience
For that one poisoned kiss
The one who’ll follow her to bed
The one who makes her heart resonate
The one who’s destined to sit on the crystal throne
The one who will die for her
The one she’ll kill to have
posted by J @ 7:12 pm
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7 Comments:
the one she will be the downfall of....the one who will die if she can't posses him?
Just a babe in the black abyss
Waiting to tear out of her cyst
In thirteen years she never did kiss
Spreading venom's resting bliss
Not one, many of them
The one who died for her
The one she killed, and never had
Not one. Many of them...
is the wait over!... what if he does come and ignores her... is the wait worth for!!! ... just a thought...
waitin for moi??
muahhaha...
good piece tho..
i kno, i kno..u've heard it a zillion tyms now...
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Pls. do me a favour - make sure kiruba gets a very painful death. pls.
And, was this just an adolescent fantasy or something deeper?
or does it sounds like a documentary on spider mating only to me?
nice job but very linear.. not cryptic like I and II.
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