by Armand D'Avencourt
(Europe)
Snow white skin and raven hair. 
Lips full red as a blood decanter.
My love - Throned! My infatuation and lust. 
Enticing hollow. 
So raven she makes the ingenious go blind. 
So vindictive she makes the pure-hearted 
descent into self-mutilation and alluring 
origin of many demises as she despises 
copulating with breathing flesh. 
Lo, valiant!
Your presence, 
the breath freezes inside chest.
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