Friday, November 18, 2011

Murder Ballad #1

It's been ages since I've posted. Been too busy with too many projects and way too much work. However, one of those projects involves me writing some murder ballads. So here is number one and I kind of like it! I hope you do too! :)


"Red Velvet"

I walk the halls by candlelight,
Red glow at war with dark.
Shadow demons dog my steps,
Velvet soft towards my mark.

Blackened tresses piled high,
Hairpins hold sharp and tight,
Passion fired chocolate eyes,
Creamy breast exposed to night.

Crimson fountain, her final breath,
She sought his love, he gave her death.

Knock thrice upon your door,
Deep voice then beckons enter.
Green eyes fever to appraise.
He thinks me fly to spider.

Ruby gems on snowy throat.
Bloodred lips to crush with yours,
Allow strong hands to freely roam,
As I slyly lock the doors.

Crimson fountain, her final breath,
She sought his love, he gave her death.

His kind is no mystery,
Dancing closer, inches from edge.
Playing with mortality,
But this night brings his true end.

His dagger light against my skin,
Sharp steel through lace by lace.
As velvet dress falls away,
I step back to see his face.

Crimson fountain, her final breath,
She sought his love, he gave her death.

High on lust, animal gaze,
Craving pleasure in my pain.
I hold my hand to ask for knife,
Dare him to change the game.

So deep in heat, he complies,
I favor with lover's kiss.
Press him back onto the bed.
Rouge skirts spread over him.

Twin emeralds watch every move
As I trace his heart in steel.
Alight with life, hunger peaked,
Begging for pleasure meal.

Crimson fountain, her final breath,
She sought his love, he gave her death.

But pleasure is not this angel's gift,
As metal through flesh I plunge.
Quick gasp of pain and flood of blood,
Dark red the river runs.

Too stunned to fight, eyes' fire dies,
And I have my revenge.
Nevermore will he play to kill,
And sister's life avenged.

Crimson fountain, her final breath,
She sought his love, he gave her death.

Blood soaked dress stiffening,
I stalk halls as nightime wanes.
Tis no matter anyhow,
Red velvet hides the stains.

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