He was her dark fairytale,
all shadowed smiles and whispered spells,
a prince with a wicked touch,
laced in secrets she craved too much.

She was his twisted fantasy,
a siren draped in sin and silk,
a tempest wrapped in fire and lace,
leaving madness on his lips like milk.

Together, they made forbidden art,
a canvas of claw marks and shattered breath,
love laced with venom, kissed in blood,
dancing on the edge of life and death.

Night fell, their kingdom burned,
embers glowing in tangled sheets,
devotion dripping like sweet decay—
a love that ruined, a love complete.

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