The Queen

She came to me night of the groom
Dripping blood of the full moon
Brothers bride sisters pride
Will to fly to never die
As the bull bucking stallion
Quivering blooming medallion
Honey poured of the oak
Passion’s inferno ever stroked
Ravens flight violet of night
Marble skin warm delight
Wind howls owls do shriek
Swollen nectar tastes so sweet
Blood bled blood fed
Ever bound ever wed

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