Macbeth
By evangelina
Years go by without a sound. Opal stones shine with brilliance under the cascading lights. Bound by a secret reeling in the hook, orange cement denies the king of this demoness. Eventually trading their sins. Torment of taunting hands hinder the barren queen. Enter the codes graciously. Crown the scent of vanilla in the ring of ice. Rake the skin to caress the scabs of little wounds. Embarrass the jest. X-ray the broken ones and forget the repair Never rescue the dame in despair.Has nothing to do with Shakespeare *grin* Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 10:54 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Years go by without a sound...."