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There is something about her, a blazing fire in her eyes

O’er the distant mountains, her wicked sparks do fly

Standing atop the castle, sweet Raven on her arm

She glances back to find a man, she’s alluring with her charm

Coaxing him ever closer, she patiently waits to see

If, indeed, he is the one, she hopes he will be

The skies are burning brighter, her body stokes the flame

A vixen, flaxen hair of gold, is calling out his name

He dare not try to turn around, she has him in her hold

Nearing the edge, in the end, her flame returns to cold

Though fire burns and Raven caws, she feels no contrition

For they who have met their untimely death…

The Dominant, has conquered her submission


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