The Raven’s Kiss

"The Raven’s Kiss"

Beneath the pale moon's, weeping light,

She walked the woods in dead of night.

A gown of shadows, lips like wine,

Her heart, a lock, I held as mine.

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I met her where the willows twist,

Her fingers cold as winter’s mist.

"Come closer, love," she sighed so sweet,

"And lay your soul beneath my feet."

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A raven called—a warning cry,

But deep within her starless eyes,

I saw the end, I saw the start,

A kiss to stop a beating heart.

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Her touch was fire, her breath was frost,

The line between life and loss.

I gave my love, she took my breath,

And smiled as I was then condemned to death.

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Now in the gloom, her ghost still sings,

With velvet voice and poison rings.

Beware the maid who walks alone—

Her love is carved in blood and bone.

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