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"A Dark Faery Tale" #3 - Jasmine
My Arabian princess,
I her dark knight.
A simple man am I,
a thief in the night.
How can I compare,
to her lovely, long, black hair?
She wears the jewels of the kingdom,
but tattered clothes of despair.
Her eyes, my soul they pierce,
like her massive, pet tiger, so fierce.
You can hear his roar a mile away.
He's here to protect, not to play.
She bears the scars
of a tiger's mark.
She revels in the pain.
I swear, this girl is inhumane.
Oh, but how she draws me in.
I only dare to touch that mocha skin.
And she doesnt look away from me,
as she gives me the most sinister of grins.
"Here, come in my love." She says,
"I've prepared you a feast."
Hmm, I think,
what a pleasure it will be,
as she drains me of my soul,
and feeds my body to her beast.
© 2011 Nikki Wicked