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Love's Own FiendCupid’s WorkshopLove's Own Fiend
Narrator: The poison is blinding. The stab of the barb feels smooth, then wonderful, like the injection of a needle filled with an opiating goodness. If you only knew what it was that suddenly blurred your eyes and instead replaced your sight with visions of euphoria, you would resist it. If you have seen what I have, the one canonized as the lovers’ saint, you would never wander near the chapel that serves him as his lair. A fallen angel, the fiend of passion and desire, and who, like all fiends do, has withheld the true snare behind his lures. He’s Cupid.
Cupid: &nb
by ~AbsynthMinded
All Soul's MonthSo long I searched. So long, my friends! This goes beyond, My recommends. We’re hoarding all, That we can find, But rummage for, Three of a kind. All souls emerge, Fill in our lacks, Return three cards, Kings, Dames, and Jacks.All Soul's Month
All hands on deck, Abandon ship and leave this wreck, Lives on lifeline, Get help, but only this one time.
Obtained a month, To go around, This year will fly In leaps and bounds. One year, too long; One day to fold, Time offer’s edge, Won’t be cajoled. &n
by ~AbsynthMinded
Call it JoyIf I had only known before I think I would have changed, My only focus of desire and placed it more in range. I’ve only tried the hundred feats that every person tries, And only heard an angel’s voice and looked into her eyes.Call it Joy
Her finger’s touch, her hand’s caress, to leave the world behind, Are only things I’ll ever know when looking in my mind. Another blossom budding when Lady Verna calls, But never reaching sunlight, folds and obscurely falls.
Like watching angels dancing from an earthly dust-bound view, To meet but never touching, and I have know
by ~AbsynthMinded
Grave MistakeGrave MistakeGrave Mistake
It’s just like he’d have said, Hung up and left for dead, If he’s on time he sees…
Their plans and his mismatched, To get us unattached, And don’t we dare appease.
Because now, All he has are scars to show, Or it would seem that way, But to their damned dismay, Under the ground, From the mouth of hell below, Reserved our souls ahead; Became Lord of the living and the dead.
I would make no mistake, That’s the wrong life to take, For the price that you paid… &nbs
by ~AbsynthMinded
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