The Master of Death
I am falling head over heals in love with
The Master of Death
He’s the one that makes you look over your shoulder… twice
Sends chills down your spine
And forces your fairy tail dreams into nightmares
That would make the devil cry and shiver in terror
My body urns for his touch but
His hands set fire to everyone’s flesh
My moist rosy red lips hunger for the taste of his,
But know he has the kiss of death
With his morbid pen within his right hand
The letters on the paper run in fear
And laugh at the pain of the other writers
For he is the best and
The letters know the other writers are reading
The Master of Death’s
They are reading Saint Cynosure’s
Greatest way to get inside your head
I am falling for The Master of Death
So let it be
But to me he is not so scary
That you all can’t see
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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