Bloodwoman
When the night comes,
and the world is a away,
the demons step out,
as their corpses decay.
Across Will-street,
lived a mysterious sinner.
A famous voice,
whose faintest whisper made the mighty shiver.
Her long gold locks,
made many a man weak,
till he knew her up close,
where no one could hear his helpless shriek.
Burning lust,
disappeared in her embrace,
then moving swiftly,
dripping blood from her long nails.
She was her daddy's girl, people say,
till she hit him with a gun.
No man could ever escape,
the trap of this woman.
Courage, don't be weak,
don't let your young heart loose.
She is waiting till the night birds call,
she has her sight on the whole town view.
Widows always weep,
the young is red meat,
when she kills all the sinners,
she is the bad woman.
When your daddy is cheap,
you ought to be weak,
but she is not a dying soul,
she is Bloodwoman.
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