Chaotic Misfortune Poem by Karl Hislop

Memories beneath the midnight sky's, Dreams that turns into fantasies staring deep into her eyes; Let it be known as truth is told, Her beauty shines finer than gold. Can't stop thinking about the desires that is going through my head, It's like hunger which is everlasting to be fed.
Forever moments as foremost within, Beyond dimensions upon an angel in heaven. She created my mind fulfilled with lust, As my body turns to stone burstly erupts; So much like luscious satisfaction, It may be pain or pleasure that has sensual passion.
Though upon change there is chaos, Losing myself as she brings me to a lost; I have stumbled across the snakes pit, Thrown down cause she's a demon bitch, Evil as her attitude she was disguised like an angel, So let me promptly put it, I found her.... the Devil.