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Zombie Girl - Ravens Croak Cemetery Witch
Does she hunt through the Graveyard, on a Starless Night? Does she stalk through the Tombstones, of a Moonlit Realm? Does she crawl through the Remnants, of once Mighty Men? Does she scream through the Night, in Raven's Speak? Be-spell you she will, this Zombie Girl - thy Raven's Croak Cemetery Witch:
You'd feel her Presence, at the first shift of Dirt. You'd hear her Call, at the first Croak of Raven. You'd sense her Touch, at the first claw of Talon. You'd know her Power, at the first lock of Eyes. For she's a Zombie, and she's Dead! And yet ... You'd feel her Presence, in Witchcraft form. You'd hear her Call, in Witches Chant. You'd sense her Touch, in Witches Blood. You'd know her Power, in Cauldron's Brew. For she's a Witches Witch - a Necromancer, who knows not now, this Path of Dead! And yet ... You'd feel her Presence, at the first sight of Them. You'd hear her Call, at the first squawk of Them. You'd sense her Touch, at the first flock of Them. You'd know her Power, in guise of Herald. For she's a Raven's Girl, evermore nevermore, at the front of her - Raven's Might! In Darkness does she dwell. In Twilight does she live. In Dark Fantasy does she abide. In Darkest Night, does she Rise - but only when, Moon's just bright :) For only then, will her Ravens come ... They'll swarm the Night, from Ravens afar. They'll silhouette in Twilight, from Ravens close. They'll gift you from Dark Fantasy - a Daemon's Daemon, Strength of Nine. They'll haunt you in this Darkest Night, in Paths so Dead, and Paths so Rise! For only then, may you wonder - who is Master, who is Mistress? In Zombie form, it's hard to say ... Her Daemon skin, fights for dominance. Her Daemon claws, rend the ground. Her Daemon eyes, stare at you. Her Daemon mouth, speaks to you: Riddle, Riddle, Dark in Time. Who enters my domain? I am of Grave, I am of Night. I am of Tomb, I am of Eve. I am of Dead, I am of Life. Come to me - my Love :) No! No! But once she Lived ... A Princess: so fair she was - of Armies gone, and Kings of Old. A Princess: with long Black Hair - not all in Death, still some remains. A Princess: of Midnight's Mistress - with Curves of Lure, and Chest so Fine. I see ... Not all is Dead! For still, some remains ... No! No! I was a Witch. I walked in pages of the Spells. I walked in Magic of the Realm. I walked in verses of the Chant. I walked in Witchcraft of the King. I ... See that Night, I ... when Ravens came to me ... I remember now: a pact was made - with Raven's Raven. More of Power. More of Sorcerer. More of Dark. Croak! Croak! Princess no more ... I must obey! Who enters my domain? For I'm a Zombie of these Ravens, from afar, we wreak of Death. I do their bidding, as I Will. I'll sink my Teeth, right into Thee. I'll tear my Talons, through your Resolve. I'll show you Curve. I'll show you Cleave. I'll show you Smile. I'll show you Flirt. I'll teach you of the Darkest things. I'll bring new meaning, to the term - Deadly Embrace :) For I'm a Raven's Girl now, who walks in Paths of Necromancy, and knows well - Rise of Zombie. For I'm a Raven's Guard now - a Sentry of this Cemetery, I protect my Ravens. For I'm a Raven's Wing now - no light of touch, just Stone of Cross. For I'm a Raven's Croak now - no thought of own, just answer Riddle! Croak! Croak! No! No! I once was ... Barest Touch, Light of Day. I danced within, a Palace so Fine. Yes! Yes! I cast a Spell. One of Dark, for Raven Friends ... A Sorcerers Power, did my Spell - turn Day to Night, turn White to Black, turn Life to Death. For in my Cauldron's Brew, did I forget, just who I was! My mind was changed, through slight delay - in more decay, bad memory! My Daemon won ... Croak! Croak! Who be you that enters my domain? And that of my Ravens? And that of my Graveyard? And that of my Kingdom? And that of my Night? And that of my Empire? Scream!!! You may never leave ...Zombie now.
Does she dance through the Twilight of a Lavender Moon? Does she tease through the Moonlight of a Cemetery's Realm? Does she muse through the timeless of a Gothic's Renaissance? Does she flirt through the ageless of a Knowing Grave? Why yes she does! For she's - a Lavender's Moonlight Cemetery Goth:
When this Gothic Girl came out this Night ... She tinted her hair in Lavender red, donned Lavender skirt in ruffled of fold. She draped her Little-Black-Top, known Tightest Line upon her chest. She wrapped around her Cross of Cross, pulled Boot of Boot upon her legs. She'd wrote on her - Tattoo of bird, Tattoo of cross. She'd scribed on her - Tattoo of flower, Tattoo of web :) For this Gothic Girl, knew only too well, just what it is - this Path of Goth ... With Tomb for friend, and Autumn for bed. With Stone for Rune, and Rustle for breath. With Metal for Cross, and Silver for Jewel. With Soul for inch, and Curve for thigh. She'd wrote on her - Tattoo of root, Tattoo of branch. She'd scribed on her - Tattoo of vine, Tattoo of mine. This Gothic Path, this Gothic Way :) She'd crossed her legs upon thy ground, and sat upon this Gothic bed. She'd leaned her back against thy arm, and run her fingers through her hair. She'd arched her brows above her eyes, and pursed her mouth for subtle kiss. This Kiss of Goth she knew too well - for silver light of Moon in Night, did cast it's spells upon her form! In sensual looks of female kind, she spoke of Flower, she spoke of Night. In dreamy time of teenage look, she spoke of Thorn, she spoke of Petal. In knowing gaze of womanhood, she spoke of Seed, she spoke of Rebel :) For this Goth of Goths revelled in different ... Ssshhh!!! With Goth spelled Cemetery - she loved thy Tombstones and their Art. With Goth spelled Vampire - she loved thy Masters and their Coffins. With Goth spelled Pagan - she loved thy Nature and her Tattoos. With Goth spelled Kindergoth - she loved thy Young Ones and their Boots. With Goth spelled Punk - she loved thy Hairstyles and her Highlights. With Goth spelled Victorian - she loved Romancing and her Manners. With Goth spelled Christian - she loved thy Values and her Roots. With Goth spelled Wiccan - she loved thy Witchcraft and her Seasons. With Goth spelled Uber - she loved thy Statements and her Fashion :) Ssshhh!!! For she walked the Path - of a Lavender's Moonlight Cemetery Goth ... Her Midnight's Kiss was most aligned, with Lure of Heart, and Catch of Soul. Her Midnight's Hug was most aligned, with Brace of Rose, and Neck of Charm. Her Midnight's Love was most aligned, with Quite of Grave, and Warmth of Stone. Her Midnight's Power was most aligned, with Call of Goth, and Rise of Moon! For in Lavender's Light - Dancing Petal, Dancing Leaf. For in Lavender's Hue - shimmered Hair, shimmered Skirt. For in Cemetery's Light - Age of Stone, Age of Tomb. For in Cemetery's Hue - sparkled Grave, sparkled Rune. Ssshhh!!! Whose Grave is that? I do not know ... Whose Tomb is that? I do not know ... Whose Name is that? I do not know ... Whose Writing is that? I do not know ... Whose Cross is that? I do not know ... Whose Cemetery is that? I do not know ... Ssshhh!!! For this Gothic Girl - had cast her Spell :) I felt it now, this Call of Goth. I knew it now, this Word of Goth. I knew at once, which Path to take! Ssshhh!!! For this Gothic Girl - had called to me :) A Midnight's Kiss in Graveyard's Dawn. A Midnight's Brace in Graveyard's Time. A Midnight's Song in Power of Moon! Ssshhh!!! Thus it was, we first met - at this Grave, in Midnight's Realm :) Her Gothic Beauty, Charm of Night. Her Twist of Faith, Good as Bad. Her Sense of Self, Right as One. Her Gothic Style, Mix of Many. Her Gothic Looks, Tempt of One. Her Gothic Pose, Lust of Night. Her Gothic Stance, Felt so Right ... For all of Air, and all of Dew - smelled all at Once, of Gothic Girl :) She knew it's name, as did I - a Midnight's Kiss, of Lavender's Realm. This smell of Love, my Gothic Girl. This smell of Night, my Gothic Way :)