In Desolation She Stands

In Desolation She Stands She stands in her desolation her wicked life a vile desecration dying victims stink of her perfume sacrifice and pain fill up her room. Hate and sin her sole wish madness sits in her left hand blackened blood covers each breast she tortures , her victims never rest. Scars lace around her eyes dark hair flows with contempt pain invades with her loud cry she laughs as innocent children die. Eyes have seen such misery ripping living bodies apart her lusting flesh the fatal lure in her web, death is the only cure. Courageous victims fight back with fury at being so deceived she guts them with renewed delight as evil eyes watch the scene at night. She stand desolate awaiting her nightly feast smell of rotten flesh in her teeth her foot-claws anchored in hell beneath. She stands defiant lusting for putrid blood screams exciting her rancid ardor as she slashes deeper and harder. Valiant heroes are her prey she that shuns light of bright day greater their fame more she glows bloody ripping apart sells her shows. None stopped her blood lust every night-feast a new victim dies even courage lacks the deep power to defeat, to end forever her darkest hour. She desires ever bigger feasts as she increases her lusting traps putrid blood and rotten flesh stain her songs of misery, torture and pain. Engulfed in vile darkness eating only honor stands a chance of beating This desolation monster at its wicked game By refusing to ever again utter its vile name. 1/30/2015