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LADY GLENDALE'S DAUGHTER

A budding rose awakening to the world

Plucked from the thorns of a sheltered existence and

Brought to fruition with a drop of forbidden liqueur

Imbibing the crimson essence

To unfold the Truth,

She spreads her legs like the unfurling of wings

As she cries into the Darkness

And relinquishes her past

Her new Lord enters and begets

The ecstasy for which she has so longed

A parallel reality, warped and askew

Has become her new birthright

The crown set upon her head

Glistens above her raven locks

Proclaiming her his Queen

She takes the reign with exuberant pride

Opening herself to feelings suppressed

By a life of privilege and grandeur

Merciless, she laps at the blood of the immaculate,

Washes her hands in the tears of the desperate

Her existence is now one of control ~

Over everyone and everything, but him

Within the blanket of her wings, he at last finds sleep

Though black and jaded, his heart responds to her touch

In the palm of her pale hand, she holds the key

And basks in the union of the serpents.

Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.

Indifference blooms like the rose she once resembled

As her heart grows cold to an eternity of his pain

In the arms of masked innocence,

She seeks the warmth of the Sun ~

Something he can never give...

Whilst she bathes in the primordial waters

And takes upon herself the mortal burden of the mundane

He yearns for the end of his ennui

And a new beginning for an old life.

Torn asunder by two wills at opposites,

She keeps her heart locked away and exists in a world of the past.

Her reign is supreme in its solitude

Forever and ever