To seduce is but
to change forms and shapes
for beauty -
behind the veil is a vampire;
it birthed the wolf.
Into passions throes
doeth it inject the wound
for a doze
of exquisite poison stings
to replace souls.
It sips from you
drop by drop until empty
for a shell
like into soft butter is cut
with a knife.
There for the prey
it sustains you over and over,
feeds you
every desire and pleasure
every night is it yours.
Into a prayer turn
for to realize you depend
on the feedings:
There for a bitch with
a sandwich served.
Your thoughts
are suddenly no longer yours -
you died by
the nightshade embrace
into a Thrall made.
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