Black Roses (Part 3) Queen of the Undead
I have mourned long enough
For the life I once had
Full of riches, treats, fluff;
Feeling happy, mad, sad.
Things not of your mortal world,
Are now mine to take;
In your insipid face I hurl,
The fears you once faked!
I now see things for what they are;
There is no choice, no turning back.
My soul has come much too far;
Eternal thirst shows mercy's lack!
I never asked for ethereal thrills,
Nor suckling of blood as heart faints, then stills.
No dreams had I of immortality;
Yet,immortal I am, awash in red seas.
If damned I am, then damned I shall be!
Run, try to hide, no escaping from me.
I'll hold you enthralled then roll back your head
And steal your life's blood, as Queen of Undead.
As a Queen of the night,I shall leave but a trace,
Undeniable marks, though you'll ne'er see my face.
Man will make of the dead just what he supposes;
But e'er will wonder, "from whence came the black roses?"
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