Monday, April 1, 2013

With He

He smiles sweetly through his mask
He bids me drink his golden flask
The smell intoxicating grows
The scent of brandy fire flows
He smiles sweetly through his mask
Again i tell him all I've seen
He laughs aloud, his eyes flash green
His arm entraps my shivering form
His coldness keeps me fully warm
He sees me through his carriage door
Away with he, I ride once more
The drink within me starts to churn
I feel my throat begin to burn
As I fall, choking, to my knees
His laughter echoes in the breeze

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