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| Poem from a Vampyre courtesan to her necromancer owner. |
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Queen of whores upon a throne
Gift of flesh upon the dying bone
Beautiful, deadly courtesan
We drank together the blood that ran
Oh I have had my fill of all your fears
I have wiped away too many of your tears
Dark Lord adoring
The god that smiles upon this whoring
Tell me to be pure, glowing white
The wicked bless and loving smite
Say the word and I am thine
All of yours is what is mine
Hated, deceiving courtesan
A whisper from every man
Oh I have had my fill of all your dark
I have lived too long bearing your mark
Night Lord inside
The god that seeks me out when I try to hide
Give myself to you, willing slave
Betrayal of innocence follows me to my grave
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