Belladonna, by etherdemon, by Thoughtless Encounters Subscribe to rss feed for Thoughtless Encounters

the silver maid sighed as I looked upon her
sighed and shed a tear
my heart and soul are empty now
no love, no hate, no fear
a bitter drink she brewed for me
and in a silver vessel sent
I swallowed it down with a falling smile
and watched my life be spent
 
Posted: 2006-01-26 08:19:31 UTC

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