Day by day she utters the words that sometimes her mouth betrays.."Hail Satan!"..And she hears a knock on her door..or
is it the company she is looking for..makes nonevermind..she jumps at the chance..equal opportunity knocks not once, but
thrice on her soul, she sometimes calls a door..Satan calls his mistress, and she answers slowly.."Yes my dark lord,I
heareth and obey, I am your slave, do with me as you wish.." For Satan's mistress, her body is a willing tabernacle for the
infernal one..The mistres looks deeply into the dark agate of stone, mirrored reflections, by proxy or by none, the dark
prince comes to her, and she falls submissive to his touch..Satan's mistress goes by many names, but for you my gentle
reader, let us prey, call her by her given name,"Lilith"..the white rose amongst many, has torn the flesh straight to the
bone..The chalice of ecstasy..her potion is your poison..making magic to the touch..You have seen her with glamour and
fascination..the girl next door..and would certainly sell your soul..for an eternity inside her soul..the sign of Satan's
mistress is what she doesn't know..and all the things that show..so innocent and deceiving..like ice cream melting into the
cracks of concrete..there is no sin..just some empty star light..your carnal desires are most becoming so animalistic and
preternatural to her insane touch..and reality is what you make it..So with every new stranger brings forth a new
prize..every new conquest..meets every new disguise..realization of flesh..birthday parties too..With every new
heartbeat felt reaching out for you..from the Gates of Apollyon..bringing you down..down...down....down..
By Rick Weber
March 29, 2012
copywritten
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