The rose sinister
Glinting up there, dark heart, bright skin. Red and black fluttering across the surface, a night ruby, a face talking, moths flying out of the mouth.
It is as well I have no lover beside me tonight; I wouldn't know whether to kiss them or bite them hard and crimson.
I go to prowl the night lands. Put wolfsbane at your door lest I be nearby!
It is as well I have no lover beside me tonight; I wouldn't know whether to kiss them or bite them hard and crimson.
I go to prowl the night lands. Put wolfsbane at your door lest I be nearby!