A long winding path twisted in ruins
that’s where you’ll find her, blood-red in moonlight
possessed and lost
licking sanguine from the jagged claws of a she devil
glaring at the darkness
kill or be killed
survival, that cold bitch
making souls choose
Constant craving, sleepless rest
refined hell in the devil’s pit
Screams of pain circle the drain
blades so sharp cut deep then part
the inner deviant, the horrid heart
blackened and loveless, hatred now part
death bringer of new-found horrid art.
Displayed, opened wide
filleted by the blade, laid out and weighted
the sixth crusade
a balance of trade for the undead maid
the devil’s agreement, his tariffs and trade
the lost girl he did persuade
a she devil he made
her eternal upgrade
her soul’s masquerade, a smoking grenade
foreign to life in the devil’s arcade.
Now she will kill, her newly acquired skill
feel nothing but a ravenous hunger
possessed by Mephistopheles
the night breeds the soul feeders
drinking the blood of the freshly killed bleeders.
Expedition unknown for the possessed one.
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