Her Halloween Majesty
"Like an angel wild of eye,
I shall return to where you lie
And towards you, noiseless, glide
With the shades of eventide.
I shall give you, dusky one,
Kisses icy as the moon,
Embraces that a snake would give
As it crawled around a grave.
When the sombre morning comes
You will find your lover gone,
My place cold till the night draws near.
As others reign through tenderness,
Over your life and youthfulness,
I want, myself, to reign through fear."
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Special thanks to photographer
Jeff Carlisle for permission to feature the above photo!