The Scarlet Harle-queen

Narcotic through my bones, a crescent moon has risenAnd blasted into fire, making desire prison;Though I don't seek its end into my deepest fears,I shall conceal myself throughout the time she sneers. Beyond the hips in pain, a blooming flesh bestowsUpon the silhouette of you and me, when pose:A torment of the crystals, a suffering …