Slayers

Nighttime eclipses the sun
A blackened veil allowing her to mourn
Behind empty stoic eyes
And cold crimson lips that slowly hypnotize.

Seduced by her dark caress
All consuming enchantment
Centuries of pain lie in her soulless eyes
Begging to be touched by first light?

Erotic visions of ghoulish lust
Burning deep inside the both of us
Consumate passion and bliss,
Give into evil?s mistress,

Our wicked union complete,
The winter solstice comes and sorrow she will meet
Behind empty, stoic eyes.
No longer discontent, the evil mistress dies.