The Queen Of Light And Dark.

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She came to me in a dream
Laced in bourbon and turpentine 
Her eyes screamed
While her smile was serenity. 

A nightmare disguised in a miracle
Whispering promises of delight
Like a spider she crawled
In for the kill.

"Your heart will be mine to devour
And your soul to cherish forever.
Since you damned me,
You shall not escape me."

Her teeth dripped venom,
So hypnotically toxic
I stalked closer to her
Through her sheer will.

With the first pierce of her bite,
I felt an exotic twist to my demise.
For this was no longer a dream,
But a fated reality.

She commanded me to my knees.
Reality struck like a slap to the face.
Knowing there is no choice but to succumb.
For she was the light and the dark.

....The dreaded queen of my heart.

-Ashlae Grisham 2020

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