The Cajun

On that cruel and dark blue night

when the hidden demon died

i felt he was coming

the scary Cajun king

he was standing on my porch

i was trembling on the coach

we both knew fate was there

knocking on the door

made a frozen heart

cracks of the wooden floor

i will fall tonight

he touched my lips with anger

bit my neck with hate

i marked his skin forever

finally, my mate.

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