End of a million WISPERS

The smell of pricked pleasure rose
Shafts of ecstasy kindles in droves 
like a whirlwind each thrust was swift
As a testament of fate her hymen flew
How it broke would forever bloat
As such dark paths gave rise to this man haunt princess
Priceless jewel of deaths her name hanged
Each night men were fixed with the sights of this
Very same sights only saw once to death
Men were flung far off their peaks
And what’s peaks on a cause of death streaks.
Oh that night her tears burnt as larva
Unto the risen Christ her beliefs, but yet her strife
Maybe hers not a name destiny could escape
Or a tame nature would come to embrace
But as the maturity from that night, death tolled
She was a blend of viciousness and death
A leverage into the afterlife from the flip of uncles coin
She became an embrace of cruelty and daze.
Cold her palms, her soft skin struck
Were are the past off her trails?
Men whose testicles could only dangle into eternal cliffs
Whose children ever returned from this scenery?
Or lived far off to tell tales of her sexual prowess
Non my darling for fangs were heard
Each thrust left a man shun of life
That semen could spell the end of never again
Her womanhood was tricked between pain and pleasure
But the later weakened for tears home
As thoughts of this still lingers in coals
Only burns hotter when the anniversary as this homes
But she’ll be fine but only you’ll never be
You’ll never be granted a choice to tell what it might feel.
Men could be a testament of lust and so she bred
Nurtured all penchant to make men fall and so felled.
Please guard your eyes for it entails details of your demise
Each sound of your voice to her ensnares you,
She’s a mercenary that kills for this
But on this day her head is weak
Here comes our tender assassin pitted against her will
Her gorge still spacious for them not just him
He’s a set target, but what hinders her famed matchet
Non has survived this long for her stare,
Her resistance bore confusion within the afterlife
But here he slept on like a child bedridden with cancer
Nothing conscious to him just a taste of his own life
His heart beats, her skips.
Oh no what kindles her just before in him?
Was it the petty talk before it?
Was it his sheepish smile and teeth?
Was the sound of his voice a restraining order to her?
Well if that was the case but now he sleeps,
Oh see how helpless her hands still hangs,
How much time does this dagger has to awaits her call
Yes this dagger might wait in vain this day on him
When would she slit and pit him as all
The thoughts of, were fought off my fragments of womanhood
Same womanhood we thought was cremated in hell and vengeance
But here she could only stare with such visible to cupids
But here cupids laughs, not for her victory but of karma’s and nature’s
Ruthlessness tamed by what only hides deeper
Deeper beneath the echelons of her true humanity and womanhood
Same part of her claimed to be sold and killed,
But don’t get me wrong I’ve seen her works
I’ve witness the fearsome nature of her trails,
I’ve witness the steadfastness of her brute,
But here she goes tamed like a lamb.
I tell you evil only increases on the relevance of what,
All hearts could get a spike that tames the hardest of core
Much as he lives on not as a victim but Victor,
Not one is completely lost and hopeless then
Tell a tale of hope and second chances
When that true thing comes, cruelty surely distances
So gaze upon the Victor’s though few
Now I guess past sorrows has to be kept in the darkest of rooms,
Only to wear the faintest of robes,
For victims a necessary ride to find life.