A word of warning to men everywhere who would presume to trifle with the Ladies.
Annabelle
She strolls along, her stealth uncanny...eyes expressing her disbelief . Deaths sweet release, the prize she seeks ....her ultimate relief. Foul odor accompanies sweet anabelle..sensed, not quite discerned. Steady on, her mission paramount....attracting notice, unconcerned.
Life's lustre lost this fateful day...betrayors' paid the price... Damage done her soul this day...just payment exacted, thrice. Wretched pair offended her...continued existance, foul insult... Indescretion not allowed, swift awful vengence...inevitable result.
The hearts she carries in her hands, seem yet to flutter, still... Is better to have loved and lost, what silly nonsense...utter swill. Anticipation, heartbeat rapid...cruel vengence still incomplete... Tonight's cold moon holds promise...carnal yearning will retreat.
Honeysuckle upon the breeze...mother moon ascends the sky... Course of action plain enough, Annabelle begins to cry. Inserting steel through protesting flesh...involuntary groan.... Three hearts lay upon the alter-stone...the beating one, her own.
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