The Lady

She comes, figure in darkness.
Her eyes are like coal; cold, hard, and black.
My body still as a corpse, even though I try to move.
I try to fight, and cry for help, neither can I do.
A tear draws life within my shimmering emerald green eyes.
And as I lay paralyzed in my bed, it rolls along,
My milky white cheek.
My heart now beats rapid in my chest.

She approaches me, an inky black velvet dress
Upon a slender corset pulled hour-glass body.
The putrid stench of the grave lifts from her breath
As she breathes deeply over me.
She smiles at me, a twisted, horrid, yet soft, smile.
A hand covered in a white laced glove
She lays upon my chest.
Her touch is a cold winter night wind, freezing my chest.
The slender hand caresses my chest, tracing circles upon it.
My heart now beats more rapidly in my chest.

The female face comes closer, it's paler than a corpses
Puts me in a cold sweat, even though I fear not death.
Her rancid breath runs along my paralyzed body
And needles like a sewer uses become laced into my spin.
Her body nears, curves and all.
Her head she lays upon my bare chest, as my lover might do
If she were by my side.
A night colored tongue casts a sticky slime across my stomach.
Her white-laced glove runs along my belly.
I close my eyes in fear, and pray to God
For this uncanny scene to conclude.
My heart now beating faster than a horse at full gallop.

My eyes open wide in fear as the vile turns to wicked.
Her slender hands, now demonic talons.
Her appealing face corrupt with evil.
Her eyes now burn with a hellish fire.
And her tongue drawn out reveals a horrid black viper.
Her claws dig into my wear flesh and slide to my insides.
Her tongue slithers to my heart and there it squeezes.
My heart now frozen dead by the viper in my chest.