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The Sorceress
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Drawn to the Sorceress
Men come, transfixed
Mesmerized by her beauty
They plead to be her knight
Her rescuer, her champion
But little do they know
That as the moon rises
And twists itself through its cycles
Her powers grow
And theirs diminish
Until the night of the fullest of moons
It rises high into the night sky
And her soft lilt
Her siren call
bring them to their knees
And she slaughters them
As they turn their faces up
To gaze upon her beauty
And as the moon reveals
Her true intent
They scream
Unable to pull away
As she plunges the knife
Deep into their bony skull
Already a skeleton
Within a fine, linen suit.
Her true form feasts
Upon their hapless,
haggard souls.
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For the second week of the Dark Ddreamscapes contest. {/dronote}
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