A Sonnet for the Empress
In shadows draped, my night empress does glide,
Amidst the moonlit meadow’s misty sigh,
Her raven locks, a midnight river’s tide,
Flow ‘neath the moonbeam’s haunting silver sky.
Her eyes, orbs of obsidian’s deep spell,
Entrap all who meet her amorous gaze,
No roses match her cheeks’ alluring swell,
In twilight’s grasp, a gothic love ablaze.
Her lips, a sinful shade of deepest night,
To taste the poison from her tempting kiss,
A venomous allure, a dark delight,
Her pale milky skin, passion’s subtle bliss.
In corset tight, she holds her lustful spell,
To love her is to court the fire of hell.
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