Wicked Little Game (The Howling Suite)

Wicked Little Game has been published in All of Me Vol. III, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Howling by Steve Parsons & Babel.

Listen to Wicked Little Game by Richard Charles Stevens (The Howling Suite)

Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
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Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
(Love bites)
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The clans of the east exchange fables of She
While the winds carry screams from the west
Few know the truth
Fewer still who dare venture will ever return from their ill-fated quests
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The black heart of darkness bleeds tenebrous ink
Which many would sooner see seized from her chest

Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
(Love bites)
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Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
(Love bites)
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As She sinks her incisors into my neck
Prising wide vessels dressed with her prize
I watch both her eyes rolling back in her head
Feel obliged to confess that I like it
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The black heart of darkness bleeds tenebrous ink
Which many would sooner see seized from her chest
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Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
(Love bites)
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Wicked little game
Wicked little game
Wicked little
Wicked little
Wicked little game
(Love bites)
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Cobblestones dressed in the colour I spill
Of a will far more free than convulsion suggests
Observing red trickle through the cleave of her breasts
I heave at the lace of her corset
Watch it divorce from the rind of her flesh
And pull her in close to exalt this
(Love bites)
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Surviving defendant denied of life sentence
Need nowise be tied to such writhing impairment
Provided her sizeable hunger is quenched
Prior to bleeding me dry
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I would die once again as I have many times
Should she grant me release from this perished mortal life
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Rise willing to forego each day for its night
Take her hand into mine as we build an empire
So below as above to the towering spire
If only to gratify last breath defying bite
(Love bites)
So below as above to the towering spire
If only to gratify last breath defying bite
(Love bites)
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Children of the void devoid of earthly ageing never die
Midst shadow they deploy envoy to tell of secrets devilised
Deputising those composing throes of lives desensitised
Empathising eyes agape that widen whence they sensualise
From another time and place entirely
These eyes without a face
These eyes without a face
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Her mesmerising gaze beguiles
And all the while her smile spellbinds
Calming all distress arising
Blessèd be her energising curse
(I like it)
(I like it)
She is mine as I am hers
Has long since been the same
Thus every hundred years or so
With little give or take required
We take this moonlit waltz of ours
Commence to play our wicked little game
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Wicked little game (repeat to fade)
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