Death\u2019s Nuptials (Valkyrie)<\/p>\n
Exhausted, fatigued, and ready to die,
\nPenchants come at cost, like unholy love,
\nMy plan\u2019s fruition accompanies sigh,
\nSad melancholy weighted from above,
\nTime plunders forward, death\u2019s marriage is nigh,
\nMind altering toxins hidden in my glove.<\/p>\n
Drugs and suggestions, secret in the glove,
\nBroken heart to part, parting us to die,
\nFinality grim, below and above,
\n\u2018There is no other way,\u2019 forlorn I sigh,
\nImprisoned monster to the man I love,
\nI try to reason a way, it is nigh.<\/p>\n
Death\u2019s reaper awaits, our wedding is nigh,
\nI remove noxious potions from my glove,
\nTears rolling, I cannot bear watch him die,
\nHe who rules with iron fist high above,
\n\u2018Body broken as my mind,\u2019 I do sigh,
\nEntangled in this insanity, love.<\/p>\n
I sought his dark love, he sought my dark love,
\nFrom that moment impending death was nigh,
\nBut fate forced my hand, wielding spiteful glove,
\nOur tapestry sewn, so many did die,
\nAnd if you believe, they went up above,
\nUnderworld awaits, Anubis\u2019 deep sigh.<\/p>\n
Original plan gone awry, I sigh,
\nTake my own life after taking my love,
\nI choose a sicker route where we both die,
\nMix modification, deep in my glove,
\nInstigating a high, the end is nigh,
\nBut we shall be soaring high up above.<\/p>\n
Challenging minds refined from the above,
\nTogether we fly, free spirits, I sigh,
\nBonded by an immutable, deep love,
\nI groom myself for him, the moment nigh,
\nSliding a new mix deep within my glove,
\nHis stash compote, my preparation, die.<\/p>\n
Sweet dining to die, drops pour from above,
\nCannibalised love, my sorrowful sigh,
\nImminently nigh, it pours from my glove.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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