Communication

Black Willow

I took the blame upon myself

and invited those bound in hell

A tea party, at which we talked

and I waited till it got dark.

 

My favorite color was red.

'Tell me, my dears, do I suit it?'

The guests wanted more than some wine

Thirsty teeth of those old vampires.

 

If you were found covered in blood

You would only attract the worst.

  • Author: Black Willow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2026 02:09
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 1


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