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Lady CharadeAloof she may be,
But her frailty you don't see,
At day solemn she appears,
At night like Niobe all tears,
Under her mask of stoicism,
She's a portrait of narcissism,
But her words betray her heart,
That is slowly breaking apart,
From acquaintance to friend,
A helping hand you did extend,
But from confidant to lover,
Her feelings you failed to discover,
You left her in Gordian knot,
To untie herself she knew not,
For then her heart had no chastity,
It crossed the lines of mere amity,
Cruel Cupid bathes her in tears,
Bow and arrow cut like spears,
But she now learns to retaliate,
From Hubris how to be sedate,
Proud damsel h
SpellAmidst darkness and despair,
The sorceress with long hair,
Came with a helping hand,
Which I took without demand,
She raised me from an abyss,
Drained my tears with a kiss,
Brought a smile on my face,
With her tender embrace,
She brightened every night,
By blowing out the candlelight,
She ceased in me every fear,
Then to me she became dear,
We soon started a love affair,
Together we formed a pair,
She lured me in her charm,
Tempted by her body so warm,
She made me know pleasure,
From which I couldn't abjure,
She drowned me in another abyss,
But one which was of only bliss,
Amidst ecstasy and elation,
She was gone in a se
Malice"Pus as yellow as tulips",
I carry the tune on my lips,
"Blood as red as roses",
"Sweet to tongues, foul to noses",
River full of rotten corpses,
Floating adrift, baring bruises,
There I throw a feast to the flies,
"Go! I say, "Savor your cherry pies!"
I've known the joy of killing,
While holding the neck of a weakling,
Upon preys' fear I am fed,
So at any cost don't dread!
PREY NO MOREPREY NO MORE
Rope dug into Patrick’s wrists as he struggled to free his hands. His hot, damp breath washed over his face, trapped by the fabric sack secured over his head.
A floorboard creaked. Patrick froze, his back rigid against the chair, and strained his ears. Another creak.
“Hello?” he called.
The sound of swishing fabric.
“Who’s there? Where am I? Why’d you bring me here?” Blurred memories swam through his mind: drinking at the bar; stumbling home; a shadow sweeping out from an alley.
Fingers grasped his chin and jerked his head upward. “Hush.” A woman’s voice.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More