The women of the darkness may bring the gold, but this woman brought the dead... |
TEMPTRESS - BY KRISTY-LEIGH AVERY Her eyes seduce pain; Her voice cries the howls of the damned; Her magic encapsulates the strongest wolf; Her slit-throat personality is the dead. She sings the songs of the dead; She tells the tales of pain; She bears the news of malice; She carries no burden humane. Pain is her living; Pain is her life; Pain brings her joy; Pain seduces her prey. Tears flood her eyes; Tears make for the lies; Tears remind her of the night; Tears flooded her life. Walls came crashing down that night; Are you there, she cried; Her only regret was her deal of the heights; Heart of blackness and stone she has. Tonight she calls new; She holds up the blade; Will perish and punishment be her envy or of those who died? Die! She screams as she pushes it down, thee night the stars lit clear; For her sins she remains; Her smile fades as she looks upon her own sin; Beauty is a curse, she cries with her last dying breath; So strong her cry it is heard for miles away; Radiant shines across the land as her malevolent storm ends... |