By poison ink poetry

An original poem by Poison Ink Poetry

An original poem written by Poison Ink Poetry

They called her trouble, a beautiful sin, with hell in her heels and a dangerous grin. She danced with the devil, then stole his best wine, said, “Darling, your darkness looks better with mine.” The angels grew nervous, the demons withdrew, for nobody knew what that woman might do.

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I raise the dead beneath moonlight, Then hunt the things that bite at night. Silver loaded, black boots laced, Hell knows well I don’t scare easy-faced. The monsters whisper, “Run while you can,” But I’ve buried worse than any man. Vampires smile with beautiful lies, All velvet mouths and

I’d find you through a thousand lives, beneath a thousand dying skies. Through cursed blood and kingdoms burned, my soul would find where yours returned. Let Heaven close its gates above, I chose the fire of your love. Give me the dark, the teeth, the bite— just swear you’re mine through e