Lean 2, 2 Hear H.E.R. Tale. Some, Already, Have Shivers.
Rivers Of Blood Obscure H.E.R. Slippers.
Strippers Know H.E.R. As Their Goddess.
Bless H.E.R. Longdead Soul.
Control Of All, Was H.E.R.s When She Lived.
Haunted Wench Of A Meanness Well F.E.A.R.ed.
Reared By The Most F.E.A.R.some Witches.
Niches Of Ultimate Evil Catered 2 H.E.R. Whims.
R.U.I.N.s R H.E.R. Castles.
Tales Told Of H.E.R. Blaqueouts While Full Of Absinthe & Rum.
Bum 2 B-Witch Whatever The C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E.
H.E.R. Moans N-Liven Those With A Sex Long Lost.
Mist Of Mischief Hails H.E.R. As Daughter.
Slaughter, H.E.R. Battlecry.
Lie After Lie, She Tells, Cussing All Truths.
Ends Such As H.E.R.s.....H.E.R. End Is The Knowings Of The Mightier She-Warriors.
Lovers Of Evil Know Well 2 Seek Out The Gold Queen's Slippers.
- Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 22nd, 2021 13:30
- Comment from author about the poem: Love.
- Category: Love
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