Ichor

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Inspired by @celestialblood 's Daily Poetry Ideas

Her blood  made of radiating ichor
Her ever soft tears of liquid gold
She'd cry as she bled endlessly
And it'd be a sight you would behold

Her skin of solid perfect steel
Breath made from ancient stardust
She'd never escape they burning cold
Or your sinister eyes of lust

Her eyes made if looking glass
And bones made of wood alive
You'd mine her just to satisfy you savagery
Torture her in attempt to thrive

Nails made from oiled coal
Crystalline Colorodoite formed her lips
Come closer, she'd dig her nails into your skin
You broke her soul, let her kill you with a kiss

Her organs lined with silver tendrils
Heart taunted by love red
She'd close her eyes as you blackened it
With hateful abuse, then leave her for dead

Knowing how these things did happen
To maidens now dead and gone
We freeze and you think us statues
To never hear us whistling our life songs

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