A drop of red of a true aid
suffice to come back the fiend
Not that he sleeps ignorant in oblivion
But does aid agree, was it time of communion?
All over light and not a drop of claret
Struggle it was in the time of ballot
Hail! comes he back with burning desire
For her, who asks to lisk the cheshire!!
2 comments:
Gothic love. Your words are so rich and appealing.
May be the way you look at them make them as you described!
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