10-14-2013, 02:56 AM
final version
Lycanthropy
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poetic harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
while invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
Those things that inspire lovers
aggravate my miserable core.
My lust’s become a contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My options have been exhausted
on cures for this chronic disease.
Dispatch me kegs of dark sweet rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Crush the mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolf’s bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't delay;
never pity my hopeless soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to formulate a lethal brew.
I welcome your silver bullets;
don’t miss, for I’ll disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura/Fractal/tectak edit 3 Thank you folks!
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Laura/Fractal edit 2/version 2.5
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my foul wretched core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My assets have been exhausted
on cures for this chronic disease.
Thus, dispatch me kegs of dark rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't dally;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura/Fractal edit 2/version 2.5 Thank you ladies!
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Laura edit 1/version 2.0
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my foul wretched core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My resources have been exhausted
on a cure for this malady;
please deliver me kegs of rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't waver;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura edit 1/version 2.0 Thank you
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I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my despicable core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My resources have been exhausted
on a cure for this malady;
please deliver me kegs of rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush the mandrake into paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't waver;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Lycanthropy
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poetic harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
while invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
Those things that inspire lovers
aggravate my miserable core.
My lust’s become a contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My options have been exhausted
on cures for this chronic disease.
Dispatch me kegs of dark sweet rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Crush the mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolf’s bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't delay;
never pity my hopeless soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to formulate a lethal brew.
I welcome your silver bullets;
don’t miss, for I’ll disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura/Fractal/tectak edit 3 Thank you folks!
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Laura/Fractal edit 2/version 2.5
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my foul wretched core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My assets have been exhausted
on cures for this chronic disease.
Thus, dispatch me kegs of dark rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't dally;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura/Fractal edit 2/version 2.5 Thank you ladies!
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Laura edit 1/version 2.0
I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my foul wretched core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My resources have been exhausted
on a cure for this malady;
please deliver me kegs of rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush mandrake root to a paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't waver;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
Laura edit 1/version 2.0 Thank you
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I dread the romance of midnight
and your poet's false harvest moon,
which steers the tides and lights your way,
whilst invading my sickened cells.
In fits of hydrophobia,
rabid thoughts usurp my senses.
What inspires the hearts of lovers,
vexes my despicable core.
My lust is more like contagion;
in your terror, my hunger grows.
Grins transform into grimaces
when my shadow’s cast on all fours.
My resources have been exhausted
on a cure for this malady;
please deliver me kegs of rum
and narcotics to blunt my ire.
Go crush the mandrake into paste;
prepare a bitter wolfs-bane draft.
Maintain resolve and don't waver;
never pity my abject soul.
Gather up Nightshade and Hemlock
to brew a lethal cup of tea.
I welcome your silver bullets;
take aim, lest I disembowel you.
Ignore the human before you;
beware of the beast deep within.
Better run and hide your daughters;
I once had a little girl too.
My new watercolor: 'Nightmare After Christmas'/Chris