Drenched in red tears,
awaiting a vengeance,
dismantling her being
piece by piece,
she conjures her demon
filled with fire
filled with venom,
the lost portrait
on the obscured canvas
of her past,
when the chaos reigned,
when the futile grandeur,
of melancholy spell bound her,
has come to play
the crescendo of her
mourning transcended
every limits
the desolated soul
too inert for resuscitation
has moulded itself
into a sorceress,
Her outstretched talons,
tool of her perpetual
temptation,
have come for you
Late for the escape?
there you are
hold your breath
as the bewitching begins
surrender yourself,
oh!pitiful prey
"Mercy",you beg
but,too rare this night
Pay the price
of her eternal plight
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