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O' black set angel,
on marble smooth table,
your eyes like pearls in the moonlight.
Reflecting dreams,
to take life anew,
the body a shrine to worship you.
The cold embrace brings sweet rebirth,
joyful to be lain not within decrepit earth.
O' the shades of decaying grace...
Entranced by her form so smooth,
impassioned, to every soft groove,
upon her dark face.
Enshrouded in her wondrous shades,
embellished, within every dark place,
from her pearl moonlight.
(c)2001 Luvadea DeMortessa