Blood Rhapsody

BloodRhapsodyredpianodressShe was regal perched at the piano

Playing his favourite serenade

One glass became two bottles

He sat gazing at her bare shoulders

The striking of her fingers once soothing

Now a maniacal reckoning in his mind

He pictured his brothers lips upon her nakedness

An ire rose up in him that the wine could not contain

A piano wire he deftly pulled from his valise

Precision was the key struck by her fragile fingers

Her life force tickling the ebony and ivory in one last

Blood Rhapsody of insatiable lust and jealousy

 

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