Gothic Queen

Dark shadows in the Gothic hall
The Gothic Queen has us in her thrall
I somehow am not fearful at all
But dank wet atmosphere makes everything unclear.
Humid as it is the water runs down the walls
Like tiny rivulet waterfalls
Sparking in the candle lights that surround
I can hear a heavy pounding sound
There is remnants of blood spilt on the floor
Then behind the great iron wrought doors
The queen appears in subdued phosphorescent light
And she was a dangerous but beautiful sight
She was a sight for sore eyes
Yet I dared not stared in fear she would strike me blind.
She said I had a choice
Choose death or succumb to her
I barely found my voice
But when I did I said I’d choose to serve her
Not because I fear death but because I was in awe of her
And she seemed to like this
I saw her eyes as they lit
Nobody she said had been that audacious before
And I vow to do anything she needed
I would be her servant believe me
But instead she made me her male form of concubine
From that day we both lived wild
From that day I knew
That life would never be the same
But with this I had issue
I was serving the Gothic Queen
This dark and dangerous dream
I was servicing the Gothic Queen
And she devoured me.

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