Whispers

POETRY NEWS #4462
Date: 11/05/2013 at 23:11
From: Sylphic Scarlattan, Harley Ashaela, Quixotic Coquette
To : Everyone
Subj: Whispers

Tourmented by daemons
Whispered nothings in her ear
"Hold your wickedness close, my Lady"
Even closer, naught of fear.

Dance upon the strings, my lovely
Each your own petulant design
Raw, malicious, with tongues so delicious
Testament to what you'll consign.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Lupar, in the year 639 AF.