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Written by Dave Doom
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Thursday, 04 February 2010 |
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Devil's Plaything Dark brothel beckons silently, within the old French Quarter--- 'Twas there so many years ago, there that I thought...to court her. Her eyes ablaze from absinthe, young lovely body swaying--- Caring not what patrons claimed, never heeding what they were saying. My heart took flight within my breast, each time I caught a glance--- Of my dark compelling plaything, each time I stood entranced. Losing moments to love's sweet opium, such a drug she proved to be--- My soul cried out for sweet release, she was everything to me. Those days they seldom visit me, fevered imaginings from the past--- I remember still that evening, the night I saw her last. Adorned in silk so lustrous, perfume echoing in my head--- My rival vanquished at my feet, I knew then...that he was dead. Wielding scarlet claws she came at me, spitting venom in my face--- Devil's Plaything...mine no longer...screaming, my affections were misplaced. I trapped her arms behind her, whispered frantically in her ear--- Told her we could be so happy, begged her not to disappear. Many years now since I've seen her, since I thought to win her heart... Now all my fading memories center...around watching her depart. © March, 2008 ~DaveDoom51~ all rights reserved
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Last Updated ( Wednesday, 10 February 2010 )
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