Watch as she wished
A penny that you'll missed
In her hungry eyes and insatiable kiss
She'll clutch a fingers beyond your chest.

You swore deeper upon your grave
As you hear her spells into your mares
A knight that bow before its sleeves,
Chasing death as to its fame.

Oh dear!
Was it you or it is just me?
Tamed by the words yet to be blamed.
She's not yet done, so be prepared.
Still a thousand miles, so enjoy the game.

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