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The man unscathed by fire
Once tales of a lust prince, arose stories from frightened men,
fearful their wives be stolen by the night, their hearts his slave,
youngest among them, curiousity holds it's power.
The same dream every night, her dark prince comes,
sweeps across to carry her off,
who could he be? The man unscathed by fire,
the memory distant, hollow and old,
just a little girl, trapped alone in a blaze,
down from some other world with black crimson wings,
took her away, like a fairtytale dream,
"Forget me, mortals know not of my ways"
couldn't forget, never forget,
his handsome face, the red eyes of a devil in disguise,
the pleasure moans that filled each night, the dreams that followed.
Forcing her down onto the bed, at his whim, a servant to his power.
His face between her thighs, her soft whimpered cries,
His hands along her body, a fire blazed by side,
his hands send shivers down the back,
before he pulls her down and makes her his own.
Cuddling in warmth, the man tells
"Come my dear, your life too brief, a world awaits, you at my side, at the throne of a dark place"
too brief a dream, who was the man, unscathed by fire?
For years unready, refuses to join, to submit her soul to a life unknown,
Then a winter's night, after another lonely night, he called her name,
she turned to face him, through the mirror he watched and smiled,
she held his hand, taken to his world.
Children heard the tale told, of a women taken away by a dark lord,
fearful of the lover's escape, children behaved like as they were told,
but one girl among them, hears the voices every night,
sent living among humans, her parents in the mirror smile...
