Spencer Demevri
Welcome to a city that'll bring you to your knees
_____It'll make you beg for more, until you can't even breathe
___________Your blindfold is on tight, but you like what you see
________________So follow me into the night, because I got just what you need
________________________You better grab a hold because now you know you're falling apart
___________________________________You thought these streets were paved in gold......
but they're dirty and dark
Demevri propped himself up on his elbows in the perfectly green grass where he was laying. He had been resting on his back when he swore that he felt the urge of the Queen's will. Just a small whisper, which meant she wasn't angry. Good. The Rabbit wished for her happiness. He thought she deserved it. She was so moving and passionate. He could clearly feel his infatuation with her and welcomed it. He thought her temper was what made her interesting and energetic. She was perfect. Nevertheless, he pushed himself off the grass and wound his way back through the jungle-of-a-garden. It truly was a fantastic place to lose yourself. And the Rabbit loved to get lost. He didn't bother with his pocketwatch and instead just strode into the castle. It wouldn't take him long to locate her. She was like a drug to him. Addictive, stimulating, and consuming. He found it hard to think or concentrate when he was around her, which was what he wanted. He didn't want to feel anything except her......just her. He would never dream of leaving her or breaking their connection. He craved it, needed it, survived on it. She was Wonderland.
As he strode by a group of castle maids they sighed and giggled in hushed tones at his graceful movements and stride. It was obvious that he wasn't human. No one human could have as silver-white hair as he did, or perfectly symmetrical features. He was of quite a large build, weighing a heavy two-hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. But, he didn't respond or even turn his head. His only desire was his Queen. And everyone knew it. They had given up on him a long time ago. He was lost to the world . But, that didn't stop their longing fantasies and lustful cravings.
Demevri stepped quietly into the parlor and bowed slightly his gaze burning into Adora's. He didn't speak, only waited. There was never a point in speaking if it wasn't necessary, in his opinion. He behaved like the wind and shadows, invisible and silent.
Been to hell!
_________I can show you the devil!
________________________Down you fell
______________________________Can't hold yourself together
________________________________________________Soul to sell
____________________________________________________Down here you live forever......
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!