Temptress

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...