dark maiden

Oh my fair maiden, how thee is not fair nor maiden.

A beast is thee peering back at me from that corner which you dwell.

As the darkness toils around your tail and the stench of your spoils penetrate the room, I retract as to not inhale such perfume.

Oh my fair and dark maiden, how thee is content with the capture of your lamenting and foul prey.

What heart can there beat under such grotesque and fantastic flesh?

Oh...but I am slow to find it is thy heart of mine.