Dark Soul
The beauty of a sunset, she had
Clothed in burning scarlet velvet
Stories of her ghost the silent streets
Children feared her,
She got razing screams, mental
Her hands withered life away
Her horse walk drawn men, dead
Alive, they laughed her
She swallowed their joys, sorrow
Black energy muscled her veins, strength
Like blood flowing freely
Abundance horror, her Queen
Enticed eyes, diamonds
Her tongue of a viper
Dark soul, life sucked
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