The Rise of Éloa

 

 
I could have loved you through hell

when that high water sprayed you

crimson and black

 

an open canvas for

your panegyrical eyes

fiendish smile

 

Those hands turned me delirious

into something wicked

a wretched string of malus

tied flush around your body

 

I could make you crave that sin

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