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Tales of the Pied PiperThe Further Tales of The Pied Piper of Hamelin.A merry wanderer on his way, yet with not a way to go,Happened upon a town, barren for reasons, apparently none did know,So he stopped and asked around, not much cause could he find,He stood upon a fountain, hoping to bring some peace of mind,My merry folk and villagers, here you seem to be let down,Would you let your eyes follow this jester, but a merry clown?Ah yes, my sir, you see me here, tell your friends, I bring you cheerLet your minds be comforted by my song, Ill play for you the nighttime long!And with his words and some extravagance, he brought to view his flute,The hands that held it, smooth and slender, his clothing strange and piedPatched in purposeful tatters, colored strange to any to whom where spiedBlue and violet was his garb, and his jacket sanguine and gold,His eyes, were slender and reached well by his cat-like smile,And his height, were he not so pleasant, to fear, would any it b
S R Q P O N M LSubtly reflecting silver eyes, steel stony cold,Seraphim hands shine slight and slender,Sonorously sounding, a seranade of old.Raptured and wrenching, wrought I slowly writhe,Rotting, remorsing, to rock and dirt readily to render,Revived I run, wracking my nerves, returning, I am alive.Quaint and quirky, quivering, body quaking to the core,Quiet wishes, quarrelling, a quandary, a splendor,Quitting, accquitted, quite cautiously quelled before.Perverse, these putrid, puny pestilences, prodding,Pushing, pulling, preening me, my vice, plurality's pretender.Pithy, I pull back, pained for pleasures pleasant plotting.Obesquious, opaque, obvious yet object to be obstructed,Ominously straining, obsidian elation, opal and oliander,Omnipotent I stand in order, only in our minds instructed.Nervously nonchalant I nod the nighttime, knowing,Nihilistic knowledge parting nonconformists, null, nin
A Love letter 4 - Pied PiperThese english streets, lined with rubbishI stand walking through the rainNone can see my eyes, my featuresno one knows if I smile, or am in painI play blindly, they blindly followmy sleight of hand, je suis pierrot...My cap I tip, to you my dear,then in the evening we'll retire,My song, you'll follow, in want to, or not,As i'm known as the Pied piperPlaying flute to woo, to win, I swap my card,pierrot, villain, courtesan, and bard...
A Love Letter- 3 - Black WidowSneaking in a silent creep, he draws his fangs across her skinSubtle words are whispered now, his venom striking</i> to her coreWreaking passion against her heart and bringing to her soul, a sinIntwined in delicate webs, brought to light in the morn,His corpse is lying, bleached in death,And she smiles, one tear shed,For the passion gained and the love of hers now dead.
A Love Letter- 2TantalizingI look at those eyes,Emerald drops so fanaticizingThey challenge me to look, to stayAnd when I do my fear makes me look away.I want to look, and want to seeAnd want to have them look at meThey've seen me brokenAnd given my shame note and tokenThey've seen me emboldenedAnd seen the life flash in mine without endTheyve seen my fear, and hateTheyve fought my mind in fierce debateEroticizingI've seen only bitsMilk white skin, painted on, subliminatingIt draws me near, takes me into your bosom, and like a dagger, hitsMy heart, pins me to a wall of ecstasyThis single allowed glance at theeIt was meant I know to make one swoonYour god-given shroud, a reflection of the moonAnd as the moon it cant be reachedYour soul, for me, cannot be breachedBut where it not for these carnal lustsThat at once erased your willing trustsMaybe
Yes maybe it would easierAnd your eyes for me would hold no f
A love Letter- 1Dear love,Were I in his shoes, and not right now in yours,you understand that I would try, to calm your tumultuous shores...I'd wish no more than to be with you, to see your lovely smile..But my emerald love, angelic to your core, can't help but disregard me, which makes me want her more.I could promise you so much, but I'm too human to understand,If I would really follow through, were you to give me your lovely hand.I wish you'd look to me (No, I wish you'd look not at another)but I know your words to me, untrusting, to an extent, or other...I've lost myself in ecstasy, and my eye it often wanders,If I could have a love with me, who means the words she speaksI'd not need to fill my life, with those lewd and lingering wonders.I cannot say to you, me dear, that I would be the better. This, of course, would be a lie.Because I'm H-U-M-A-N to the letter.