Viperface
little demon, why do you stay?
the world is out there, behind a door
and yet you linger, glued to the floor
Are you shy?
Are you worried?
Can you not cast a spell?
I'll just ponder these issues
And stand worried at this place
because you've locked yourself in the bathroom
the only one I have in this space.
shinyspoon42
Vices are formed,
among pallor and storm.
Look now unto who holds the whip,
and yet one must ask and quip.
Who truly controls the two?
The many, or the few?
A dark smile plays across her fine lips,
and yet dark smoke passes and her life slips.
How long will her vices play with her mortal life?
unto the day she hears the funeral fife.
And as she sinks down unto hell,
her winged anklets a useless shell.
For a life of luxury and sin,
is horrible to end in.
See how the whip plays and the smoke sways,
see how the man squirms and her vice firms.
With each puff and swing she sinks into hell,
when she passes only time shall tell.
Viperface
lady in black, sails through the room
plastered in feathers and a strippers gloom
swaddled and coddled and easy to please
first to the bathroom and then on her knees
a tip or two, if you please,
but a base price will do
that lady in black who sails through the room
Lovest Harding
the ripples made of glass and light
held her deep inside the night
her love embraced her there in-spite
of the gilded cage she couldn't fight
which finally freed the mighty blight
hidden deep under her light
she lost her soul and her sight
to a demon with a fearsome might
Viperface
princess' royal entrance
what a sight!
the pewboys boying from the right
and trumpets blaring from the left
"she's here! She's here!"
so no one can miss
the perfect dress, the haughty face
and perfectly shined horns
and tail to match.
