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| Meeting Of The Minds Journal Contributor |
 Shanandra Shanandra is the name of bliss and fear She walks the dark of night in the deepest forests Until her name is called for aid For she is the guardian of the child in pain She travels the night stalking any that would harm the innocent The frail youth of tomorrow’s light With her friend at her side, her confidant des feline She is always on the prow for the destroyer of youth To the child she is kind and protective, a motherly spirit in need To those that feed on pain she is temptress and viper entwined To those she hunts a night of pleasure she will promises Only to give a life of living hell as she slowly feeds on their soul As she moans with pleasure she seeps in her poison deep Riving the hunted with excitement and lust Only to find at his horror the surprise at orgasm When she transforms into a withering serpent She will coil around his vial form Constricting him to a size for her meal Then swallow him whole as he screams in vain For the poison has quieted his voice Then back to the dark forest of home She will vanish again until called once more To save the child from the wicked vermin That stalks the youth for fun and pain |
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