Dance my little marionette, like a puppet on my string,The gates of hell are opening, come through my precious beauty,Like a prima Ballerina ,come dance to me,The fires of hell with warm you,and I will set you free,She danced her little heart out ,and knelt before him so sweet,He grabbed her by that firey hair, he could hear her scream,like a haunting melody to his ears,to him she was such a dream,His savage lips did take her own in deep and brutal Bliss ,His hunger for her innocence, he deepened that fatal kiss,The taste of her sweet vitae, like honey upon his lips, as he savagely gnawed and tore at those tiers ,his huge hands gripping her hips,He tore away the soft red satin gown in which she danced,leaving the sweet innocent whore within a trance,and took her body harshly making her his own,then tossed her down with out a care, she landed on hot brimstone,Her body bruised and bloody yet she crawled back to his feet,He has taken all she had to give yet her love for him was complete,A scream tore out from torn bruised lips that had begun to swell,He looked at her amused and laughed ,welcome slut to hell...
Dark demon bride, dressed innocently in white,who will it be that you marry this night.will it be one of mortal flesh,one that with trickery, your soul will mesh,play with his mind,devour his soul fuck him so savage as he lay bound by your trance,toying with his mind with those deep eyes of coal,as they delve where no one should dare to go,you fuck his flesh and devour him well, drag his limp body to the firey pits of hell,then move on you will to another mortal fool ,the sultry sway of hips demeanor so cool,as you walk in the bar, all dressed in white ,whom shall you pick to marry this night
Dark is my heart ,My soul does bleed,I fell in love with the demon's seed,His eyes are darker than the black night sky,I melt like ice when he looks into my eyes,heated fingers stroke along my full ripe breasts,he touches me so hungered, there will be no rest,He owned me in that instant that our eyes met,the trickle of moisture traced silken thigh,a wicked evil chuckle eased from his lips ,knowing hidden places had become very wet,He plays me to perfection, his instrument of dark love,tied delicate wrists tightly and pullled the rope above,I dangle on the tips of toes,his little dancing queen,His dark narrowed, his demeanor had become mean,he lips met mine in savage brutal bliss,lips torn and bruised in the depth of his kiss,the kiss of the flogger left a trail along my flesh,my mind began to slip into that place where pain and pleasure mesh,when I am in that space that is mine alone,my wicked demon lover unties and brings me home,back into his cold loving arms cradled in his embrace,the stripes of his affection along my back you trace,like badges worn with honor, in deep darkest love,He is my everything my dark angel from above,.I worship and honor Him till the end of all time,That was my promise as he whispered in my ear" mine"a promise I will keep till my dying day,then go to that dark place where all dark angels play..
THIS IS THE CREATION OF TIME FOR THE NIGHTKIND. FOR WE NIGHTKIND ARE VERY UNIQUE. WE WALK THROUGH THE DARKNESS WITH OUR SHADOWS FOLLOWING US THROUGH THE BLACKEST OF THE NIGHT. WE WALK THROUGH THE CROSSROADS WITH THE QUEEN OF THE NIGHT SKY. FOR THE CRONE GODDESS IS THE ONE THAT CREATED THE DARKNESS. AND AS US DARK WITCHES. MAY OUR FLAMES ON OUR BLACK TAPERED CANDLES DANCE WITH THE OLD ONES OF THE DARKNESS. MAY WE REMEMBER WHEN WE HOLD OUR BLACK CANDLES TO REMEMBER THE TORCH THE DARK GODDESS OF NIGHT CARRIES IN HER HAND THROUGH THE SHADOWS OF THE DARKEST CROSSROADS. MAY WE BOW DOWN TO HER FEET AND WORSHIP HER THROUGH ALL OF OUR MIGHT. FOR SHE IS THE QUEEN OF THE DARKNESS THAT HOLDS THE KEY TO ENTER THE DARK AGES OF TIME. THE ANCIENT RELIGION OF THE NOCTURNAL WITCHCRAFT STILL LIVES ON TODAY. FOR WE DARK WITCHES MUST REALIZE WHY WE ARE HERE ON THIS EARTH. WE ARE NOT MERELY NORMALWE ARE MORTAL SOULS FROM THE DARKNESS. BLESSED BE THE ONES THAT DO CALL TO THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF THE DARKNESS. FOR THIS IS THE TRUTH ABOUT DARKNESS. FOR IT WILL ALWAYS SHINE A LIGHT IN MY DARK PATH AS MY DARK SHADOW FLOATS THROUGH THIS NORMAL EARTH. BLESSED BE NOCTURNAL WITCHES FROM THE DARKEST WITCH OF THE MYTH.
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