I was visited each night by a ghostly lady,
But fear she did not instil in me.
I saw sorrow and torment in her eyes
Of something she knew could not be
She watched as I pretended to dream,
She worried as I pretended to sleep.
She wanted to love the Mortal Man,
Whose troubles ran soul deep.
She burned a kiss with frozen lips.
Caressed with Icy fingertips.
I was chilled to the bone, numbed with pain
But I did not wince, I did not cry
For pain reminded me I was still alive
She was the Object of my desire
She was the essence of my dreams
I would have worshiped her like a goddess
I would have treated her like a queen.














Comments
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"If you can't be the best, than just be useful. Otherwise, I'll have to kill you."
~Assirra Xorlarrin
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*poof* trixie disappeared......
me:*laughs evily* I love being the DM
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Love burns, Ale Burns, Fire Burns, Politics burns... but life is cold without them.
Remember Kids. Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
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Love burns, Ale Burns, Fire Burns, Politics burns... but life is cold without them.
Remember Kids. Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
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Love burns, Ale Burns, Fire Burns, Politics burns... but life is cold without them.
Remember Kids. Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional.
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"If you can't be the best, than just be useful. Otherwise, I'll have to kill you."
~Assirra Xorlarrin
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