Every one has an angel
Who watches from above
To make them feel safe
And always feel loved
But my angel is different
She lives amongst fire
And smells of grim stone
Fills me with sinful desire
She has flowing black hair
And blue piercing eyes
With a flicker of purple
That blazes then dies
Her touch is like ice
That runs chills up your spine
With just one glance
She can corrupt your mind
She wears black robes
All ripped and torn
She makes people suffer
Takes delight when they mourn
She whispers to children
While they lay in bed
And lures them to her
To her throne of the dead
As she sits and watches
As in pain, they scream
Sipping on blood
With in excitement, her eyes gleam
She can take on many shapes
Be whoever she likes