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
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