Category : Poems

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She slips beneath the rot she's be living in
Consumed by the decadence of the bitterness filling her
She appears so pure, that is merely her nights cover
Inside brews a demonized little witch and she's built with sin
The creeping of her voice calls to even the strongest souls
Her laughter is such a temptation to the gloomy endings
She will not wait for the thrill to end before starting over
Seeking the end of your life, stealing your last breath with a kiss
Fear the little chosen one, a vixen set out for death and mourning
She holds no glory for those who betray her darkness and hellish ways
Fighting her compound hatred and love will leave a bloodied path
Climbing her ivy and thorn bound walls will entrap even the most skilled
Revenge for the hopeless, damned and gone is all she asks
Be warned now, turn back before her magic and deliverance seeks you