and so I came upon her grace..
her flesh was swollen from her last feast..
I could tell she was in need of company..
and so she sat with me a while..
and told me of her utmost tragedy..
for once she was a fair maidens pride..
but soon found out..after she died..
that her life was spent..
in a burst of heaven sent luster..
for her victim soon discovered
her secret wish..to be human again..
before the clock strikes ten..
as yet her time ran short..
just like her victim's lives..
and so the sun came up..
the light was so stricken
and bedazzled her eyes..
just once more..she held
her breath and wished she
could fly..her satanic
majesty..sat with her
golden cusp and chalice
and laid to rest..
her head and came to die..
scattered into the wind..
her dust was now free again
forever to fly..
By Rick Weber
January 21, 2012
copywritten
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