Yea, the most beautiful women in creation,
The most heavenly wonderous, radiant form,
To live by her side, in her sight, in her nation,
Therein we know what it is to be reborn.
With all the madness in mine icy heart,
Within the deepest darkness of mine soul,
I swear by the gods, by mine hand we'll not part,
From the earliest days mine imagination she stole.
Darkling glow of the moon in her eyes,
Sparkling the glitter o' the stars in her hair,
The softness, the passion, the fyre in her sighs,
To forsake the women, a thought not to bear.
And though much be made of mine way,
Nowhere else doth mine feelings for her burn,
Listen in the darkness as mine spirit doth say,
The Darkest of Witches, for her, doth yearn.
Wings o' midnight enfold us so complete,
The fyre in mine soul doth spark and ignite,
There be no sensation with this can compete,
There be nothing that can o'ercome her light.
For the women who led me unto this place,
Bow down on thy knee and worship her now,
For I hath seen the passion in her body and face,
And before her grace and beauty I didst bow.
*bows low*
And unto Savanna - no more venom shall slip from mine lips...
Thanks be unto M...
The most heavenly wonderous, radiant form,
To live by her side, in her sight, in her nation,
Therein we know what it is to be reborn.
With all the madness in mine icy heart,
Within the deepest darkness of mine soul,
I swear by the gods, by mine hand we'll not part,
From the earliest days mine imagination she stole.
Darkling glow of the moon in her eyes,
Sparkling the glitter o' the stars in her hair,
The softness, the passion, the fyre in her sighs,
To forsake the women, a thought not to bear.
And though much be made of mine way,
Nowhere else doth mine feelings for her burn,
Listen in the darkness as mine spirit doth say,
The Darkest of Witches, for her, doth yearn.
Wings o' midnight enfold us so complete,
The fyre in mine soul doth spark and ignite,
There be no sensation with this can compete,
There be nothing that can o'ercome her light.
For the women who led me unto this place,
Bow down on thy knee and worship her now,
For I hath seen the passion in her body and face,
And before her grace and beauty I didst bow.
*bows low*
And unto Savanna - no more venom shall slip from mine lips...
Thanks be unto M...
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