The Pretty Ones
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Not sure myself who the Pretty Ones are. Succubi, vampires, the rich? Your guess is as good as mine.
The Pretty Ones
The Pretty Ones glitter
Though they are not gold
So many secrets they enfold
Within the confines of their cold
You will not resist them.
The Pretty Ones shine
By no reflected light
Their lips are silent as the night
Their eyes will put your soul to flight
You will not condemn them.
Their breath is like a Summer's eve
- Hear them laughing up their sleeves -
They will have you as they please
And you will welcome them.
The Pretty Ones await
Down in the dark:
They know their prey, they know their Mark
And to them it's all a lark
But you will not avoid them.
The Pretty Ones beckon
In soft deceit;
Time to go now, time to eat...
You will respond to their entreat
And yes, you will enjoy them.
Their touch is like the hand of Death
And even as they steal your breath
You will lay down upon the heath
And gratefully receive them.
The Pretty Ones sing
Their tuneless song,
And be it right, or be it wrong,
What's True is True, and all along
You knew you would believe them.
Copyright © William Masonis | Year Posted 2022
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