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by Frederick Mayer
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Sight of Virgin Queen Death
spread across arcane bed.

Drawn into an endless slumber -
sleep which delve senses royal to desire,
for that nyctalope after living sleep
fore-go awakeness before death leap.

Emotion surpassed by a mind parasite
that gives the touch exalt - grey matter excreta -
making dreams fade
and allowing for the supreme delight
unspeakable or undesirable.
There is no morning, noon, or eve,
as this is deeper made
after sleep, before "death".
This is the deflowering of necro-demimondaine Queen,

Why awake then only to die? What need "dead"?
There is the sight to be had:
Sight of Virgin Queen Death
spread across an arcane bed.

c Frederick J. Mayer




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