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On the darkened mezzanine floor
a room scented of perfumes de l'amour.
A girl with brightened charms on the phone

"Oh, Ronnie!" she would gasp
"How much my heart doth grasp
at the sound of your sweet song
and yet I feel something is wrong
my sweetened amour"

"Nothing more, nothing more!"
He would urge her thoughts right
and tight as her thoughts would be
on the carnal underscore
of her ill-fated l'amour.
"I am honest as the day is long
and my song is strong
in love of you, my dearest Amber
of doth my heart meanders
over pleasant hill and countriside!
To lose you is suicide."

And yet deep in Amber's mind
two little devils with evil in kind
made her aware of a gentle tapping
that was quite unwrapping
and setting her nerves a jangling.
Nothing in the house to tap her door
and just the voice of her sweet l'amour.

"Tapping, oh what can it be!"
she cried to Ronnie.
"I hear a tapping grow louder
and every moment prouder
and yet there could be
nothing tapping for me."

"Darling," he started "Oh why?
Why do you cry these lies?
I hear not a tapping nor a rapping
on the phone or upon your door.
Nothing there and nothing more."

But the tapping did grow loud and strange
and Amber did let her phone fall on the floor.
"Whomever visits me upon this night,"
she called with her voice afright.
"I have nothing to offer or to give
and this you must forgive.
I knew not I would receive a caller
and you startled me to holler.
But I must say you must go
there is nothing to give or show."

And there was a even louder tapping
and Amber felt her energy sapping
as she wrenched open the door
and stood the face of her l'amour.

"Ronnie?" she asked with a start.
"Do you wish to save my heart?"

"Not save, I do believe," said he
and with a smirk of glee
he cut her gut from top to toe
as if she were a wicked foe.
And she lay bleeding on the floor
his deathly little l'amour.

"And now," he says as the world turns black
"I curse you to walk the cybernetic track.
Forever more, forever more.
And not will you take rest in a single place
Facebook, Mibba or Myspace
and everyone will here of this deed
and surely would take heed.
Repost the story as forewarned
or die from my lover scorned."

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LOL.

I got bored and decided to Edgar Allen Poe that Spam thing that's been kicking around. XD