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The House of Miss Black |
| Written by spencer | |
| Sunday, 06 January 2008 | |
Her skin is milky white, perfect and smooth Hands so soft they are of silk. Heavenly light and passionately downy she speaks and all listen Her words flow off a sharpened tong
Acutely aware and always planning This woman of perfection always wears black Darkest are her cloths of choice Darkest is her wardrobe
Light glints off her blue eyes The most icy eyes Eyes always seeing Seeing and knowing
Follow her plans No escape from what she commands Behind her smile lie teeth so sharp Her body is barbed in ill content
Blackly, sickly, oozenly, she mingles around All fall into her web Her complicated, sticky, inescapable, web She is the master
Only we lowly few pawns know her for what she is We see her tricks Her whiles Her ploys
She took us in when none else would We are grateful We are helpful We keep her secrets
She is kind to us We love her We do only as she wants We do so much
All who enter the house of Black Take on a roll One she assigns They all are bound to it
All except until now One man is still the keeper of his strings So angry this has made our lady of the house So very angry
The end all party is hosted tonight A masquerade party it will be The guests wear the faces she so desires All wear masks except him
So close are we to goals end Full control is nearly in sight All we must do is take care of him So very careful we must be
Masks can be easily removed If the puppet knows they are wearing one We cannot allow this man to remove others masks A most deadly result would forcome
If our lady is to fail We all fail The streets are so cold Never again will we be that cold
Murder is but a small price His intentions are for us to die It is in self defense The lady explains
We have been given our roles for tonight We are all to happy to oblige With daggers hidden and smiles shown We go about our duties
Serving and cleaning we look for the moment To strike most cleanly To strike most deeply To strike unknown
Her plans go so successfully Every time He is a man most clever A man most clever
He sees their masks He sees her whiles He sees our daggers He sees as she sees
Their eyes meet with intensity So much is exchanged through the air Calm remains the room Quietly their minds battle as they mingle
We are but pawns Pawns so weak We cannot defeat one such as he Only she has the power
Elegant and masterful the two duel A room full of guests, a party must delightful The guests smile and laugh, the two smile and laugh They smile and laugh and weave plans for victory
A tremendous mental game Never before has she worked so hard Her plans are everything She never loses
Flushed becomes her ever white skin He is very skillful She doesn’t see a way to win If she can’t win, then there will no longer be a game
We can see where this night has led to We were prepared for this outcome It is time for the final toast It is time for her final plan
We loyally distribute drink to all Even he takes one in hand Dark red is the wine tonight Darkest red
She knew the price of failure All must be under her control Her master would not accept even one being free This was the terms of their agreement
She made a deal with a most powerful man A deal for power A deal for beauty A deal for control
The deal had a condition that she must meet She had to completely command everyone Or else the man of power would come and take away everything He was a man who owned everything
She raised the cup of life As did the others She drank down the liquid of death As did the others
All except the man He stood in the room of death He followed his master’s commands His master always won
Daggers drawn We knew we would lose Pawns marched on the man The knight of a King who killed our queen
We loyal few Loyal onto death Were ready for the last step We stepped closer to the man
He tried to use tricks Whiles Ploys Nothing we haven’t seen before
He was pitiful We stabbed We cut We gained vengeance
Moments later the man of power showed up Expecting his knight to be victorious Expecting everything to be as he planned Expecting to claim the souls of the dead
We pawns then marched on him His face was of such surprise He didn’t plan for her to have power after death Even with her icy command she made friends
He never thought it possible Countless times he had been victorious Never before had one continued their influence after death The pawns were under no influence
They closed in His cleaver words were not heard Darkness consumed everything in that room Onto death, Miss Black, we serve only you Copyright 2008 spencer |
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