The Introduction to Vivian Frost
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These are the tales and imaginations of Vivian Frost;
Her origin has mostly been forgotten, and forever lost
But under her spell we have been enchanted, and enabled
To become completely edible to the taste of her fables
As her scribes, we have never been, nor will we ever be
The beauty she is, we are just her disciples, inevitably.
She has graced us with the ability to always call on her,
She lives on in all of us, and we are here to honour her.
Her conception was never entirely explained,
Ashamed of her body, her story was contained
And remained cloaked from the path of society
But from us, those who embraced in her entirety
The serpent planted the seed in the womb of Eve
But it seems that the apple fell far from the tree
She is direct descendent, clothed in the lords skin
But beneath the light, she holds Satan's grin
Throughout the darkest images of earths history
Vivian has been present, in secrecy inciting misery
The power beneath her lips, drawn from her teeth
Could cause travesty and topple the strongest dynasties
When Caesars rule had grown and shown threat
She withdrew the master strings in which she held
She's inspired riots, fires, witch hunts and grave diggers
But there are very few who are familiar with her figure
When hungry, she eats. With light, she sleeps.
When angry, she feasts. With night, she strikes.
Her legacy became fantasy to protect her identity
Drawn throughout history with fictions intensity
Destiny concealed her in the shadows with prejudice
Only revealing herself to unleash the deadliest kiss
One which sits on the neck of her scribes with pride
Her gift has filled us with love and blood lust inside
Our lover, our queen, our majesty, our teacher
Our misery, our demon, our travesty, our reaper
She comes with two roses, one black, and one red
Her supposed metaphor, to die, or become undead
The rose gives you a choice that is inevitably yours
Each has a different fate inside of the same door
The black is a path that leads to blood shed from thirst
The wrath of her curse leaves you, then death occurs
The red creates a new form of life when she feeds
Her teeth bleed into your veins, her means to breed
We follow our fate, is it is written in our blood
We hate when her name is dragged through the mud
We've been to hell and back to respect her past
Now we speak to protect the image you have
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