The Man In Black and the Woman In Red
He crept through the alley, nary a creak
Sauntering through down the dark avenue
Cane twirling, hat riding a widow's peak
Slicked back hair with the mustache trimmed up too
A cheerful tune whistled from his thin beak
In his hands holds he a dangerous brew
Feather fingers tickle over the brim
Halogen hallucinations blind him
She wore red leather and lace petticoat
Find her at the altar of all despair
Cold white wine rivers in her desert throat
Her libations poured to Venus the fair
She holds court alone, her castle a moat
Her gloves weaving black magic in thin air
She met a jewel thief who quickly made
Off with her ruby crown during his raid
Her dress billowing in the summer heat
Clinging to a mountain in the middle
Four arms circle the harvest of the wheat
She smiles now at the sound of the fiddle
Razorblade hands and teeth pulling back the sheet
Within her cave she spun a riddle
A face peeks over a cradle and spies
The royal pair from the Kingdom of lies
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First attempt at this form.
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