his fate it dances deep beneath
the beauty of her skin
and in her eyes a sweet suprise
of where her memory begins

a long forgoten fairytail
of a story never told
an angels perfect mystery
to precious to behold

her treasured lips of poison
that only one man could survive
killed a million with her kiss
in all the years she was alive

hold my hand and lead me through
this hell that we pass by
be the fate beneath my skin
and the mystery inside
 
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