She sucked the marrow from my bones.
Smacked her lips, she’d fed her fill from my blood.
I could only think of long winter nights
and found myself in terrible fright.

My instrument so amorous
I believed her lies.
How could I know
her beast inside?

It began with my lust for wine.
that fueled this madness; a helpless
debauch-er now soulless and dying.
I hear my wife and all her crying.

The wench promised wine
then sucked my blood.
The feeling was mutual, familiar
and the dream was done.

You will die, I heard her say.
This slut I found in an alleyway.
This rotting corpse with no remorse.
All it wanted she got and more.

Does this mean I’ve lost my soul?
Dead drunk I’d laugh and not recall.
My mind was driven by autumn tides.
Drink and madness killed my life.

I sail the morrow on the morning tide.
In this casket I will reside.
The slut of sluts took  all my pride.
The vulgar tart not at my side.

She laughed again with no shame.
This is not a sublime disgrace.
My wife, dear wife won’t touch this box.
She must go and get a lock.

Bones chained in this prison dark.
Eternity has no end…no start.
My blood flowed in her throat like a sobbing flood.
I sought oblivion in a vile tart.

My blood drunk by the Devil’s  whore.
Sorry dearie, there is no more.
My dearest wife absolved my drink.
This foulest  of deeds beyond her brink.

I am a damned soul with unbending regret.
None of it matters for I am dead.
Forgive me wife, your love was a flame.
My hideous lust your only shame.

I am  a tormented cry that no one hears.
Good-bye…

Evil lurks when least expected…evil is as evil does

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