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by Frederick Mayer Feb 23, 2009 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
Beyond realm of Death, stands warm blooded and ice craved - the drink macabre in form of maid. Dreams learn their fantasies giving lessons on the turf by the hill here, as you can watch from hill's top with living wine near. Now once upon dark - where there is no day or night, but dark versus light - Mead Slaker of Ladies who wait. This taste came and was never gone. Ichor drips as amber honey on serpentine tongue that acts as in heat. Goblet before the pharynx to hold gonad squeezed juice, held by handmaiden of you darkly and forever. On Dawn there lies stilled, the vessel you, fleshy flaccid flacon filled. c Frederick J. Mayer