Mistress in Blue

Horror, And Gloom

mistress in blue, i am the one.

teach my your tricks

from which you have learned,

i am the man whose waited in time,

mistress in blue,

to make you my bride....

take what you need i have nearly none,

if haven't your taste i'd kidnap a tongue,

but just as my crave consider your name,

my mistress in blue,my mistress in flames

if softer the touch, is waiting your skin,

then mistress blue i think i am him.

he who has spoken that which is true,

tell me your name, the lady i choose...

death with a stranger, mingle in crowds,

alone in a basement, my mistress is found.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i hate this poem, but i refuse to delete it.

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