Humanity meets the dark fallen one that they call an Angel...
Then one look in her silver, blue eyes and they r hooked for life and see their very life flash before their very eyes...
Death in the Making...
Then they call her the Devil and all she can do is laugh...
Her laughter makes their blood rush with lust and fear...
Deep inside they worrship her beauty and fear her power over them....
For once they gaze upon her they r spell bound until death...
Suduction...
Temptation..
Lust...
Blood shall spill upon her lips and their life shall end....
As she licks the sweet nector from her blood stained lips...
She gazes upon the once spell bound slave and laughs at the fallen fool who thought they got lucky...
When in reality their luck ran out when they gazed upon her...
She holds back the bloody tears under her mask of beauty...
For under the mask of the beautiful Dark Angel their is death...
She's lost, alone and full of sorrow...
She wishes only to end the death that she brings everytime the moon and dark sky rises...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems that my angel of death is singing softly...but she's gett'n louder every day! ! Sweet write, Hippy Sav