Lady Succubus Of Opiate
On the Wings of Night.
When day is done, darkness falls
Memories entombed, phantasms call
Shades of crimson dark as coal
Chambered deep within my soul
Habits poisonous, drug desire
She ignites all veins on fire
Daunting demons and fairies spawn
Swallowed in time till morning's dawn.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| I Pray as I prey | 1 | 12/05/2009 |
| Powdered Snow | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Zwitterion Equinox | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Nursery Rhyme...Fool on a Stool | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Sugar plum Fairies | 0 | 12/05/2009 |
| Lady Succubus Of Opiate | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Schizophrenic with Child....Voic es |
0 | 06/06/2009 |
| Kate | 0 | 12/06/2009 |
| In the Shower I Devour (Kate II). | 1 | 12/05/2009 |
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