Her honey tainted promises sour with the stench of decite. I clean my lips, and lick my fingers in defeat.
Midnight knocks and shuts out the light. While I lose the scent of summer from my sight.
She holds out the joy of heaven to my eyes. But I soon learn it is but unreachable lies.
For a moment of her concern I would but murder the world. Her fangs glisten with the moon, their cold venom unfurled.
Upon my soul I carry her purpose alone. Longing ever to touch the seared flesh from the dragon's bone.
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