She is death,
and she knows you well,
her dark fascination,
her will unbound,
from the tatters of her black dress,
her heart burns black,
her wounds seep with blood,
her smile remains,
the red hair,
covers her eyes,
but they still watch,
blind as they are,
and they enchant,
those big red eyes,
and with her skill,
she kills,
for fun,
she licks her knife after plunging it deep within,
she scourers our souls,
for good,
and she takes it ,
and turns it,
evil,
just like her,
now they wonder,
the earth plains,
trying to follow her,
to the fire,
and to her home,
and she watches them come,
smiles remaining,
cold eyes,
burning,
the tattoo on her cheek,
her mark,
of her rein,
as queen,
of your nightmare.
Demon as she is
