PRINCESS DARK

In the dark corrupted corridors

of my dark & twisted mind...

The Princess Dark is dancing

though She doesn't look behind...

To see Her harem gaping

at Her movements so divine...

She sways in time...

We lose our minds...

To our Princess;

yours & mine.

The Princess Dark is dancing

& Her gothic madness screams...

Of nothing less than sadness

though

Her tears define our dreams...

For the darkness makes The Princess bright -

A Midnight Goddess -

A dark delight...

A gentle whisper of the darkest laughter...

Echoing always ever after

Throughout our hearts like angelic morphine -

With pain as her mistress...

In the heart of Dark Princess...

Dark Princess finds love in the heart of each Queen.

© MARCH 29, 2000 By Jason Wright

-For Karen Edwards-