The Devil's Whore.
She waits for him in the winters cold, as I watch in the fear of knowing... to a frozen love her heart is sold, as the darkened skies are snowing... Her withered wings will fly no more, as she falls in love with his pain... her tears of sorrow stream and pour, she prayed her soul to live again. she watched as death then took her hand, as they both danced through the night... lost within his dark meadowland, she gave him her will to fight. Her withered wings, will fly no more, as she's given her body to hell... known only as the devil's whore, she cries for those who fell.
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fingerling
There is a lot to tell, so i will tell through my work. Cheers.
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