I take your hand,
you pull me down
to the underground
where you reign.
I watch, enamored
by your every breath
you have been crowned
my murderous moon, my myth
my goddess to worship.
The ancient throne’s key
to our partnership.
Soon, we will only be a story
passed from one lover
to another.
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Underground God
Tunnel in a Dark Cave with Stones and Water
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