Casting forth shadows across the floor
The figures confide their message to the door.
Their hooded cloaks catch the light,
As they pass out into the night.
Sombre silence grips them in reverence
Continuing on with no use of such a sense.
Their highly etiquetted pilgrimage pass
houses with warm figures behind the glass.
At last they reach their desired destination,
Taking up their given station.
They drop their bland and simple guise
Revealing painted faces and naked thighs
Seductively waiting for the men that they hex
With their beauty at the temple of paid sex.














Comments
Oh...not that odd...
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And if it don´t - Go fetch it...!!!
*Mrs.Tachynon from T.P´s Jonny and the bomb*
I like to lead readers in one direction then completely change it round
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
That is a good wway of letting the reader use it´s mind...
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And if it don´t - Go fetch it...!!!
*Mrs.Tachynon from T.P´s Jonny and the bomb*
Mucho
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My favorite artist! *3*
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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The only difference between fiction and reality : fiction has to make sense
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Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse is upon me!" cried
The lady of Shallot
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