Where Crows Never Caw

In demonic stare she sighs and writhes Alluring like honey to take their lives Attraction so dark, even crows never caw This Gothic she, beyond the lights law With out stretched arms invited they be From the darkest light they come through the trees The flutter of silk wings in crimsoned red She pouts her face no fear she dreads Her followers in accomplish, in taste of blood Returning to she, now in redded flood Angels of her dark in skeletal trees they stare Where crows never caw, for they dare not dare A new dawn now arises, as she quietly lays Awaiting the return of the full moons display Once again she'll sigh and writhe, in demonic stare For she awaits the light, and the innocents share http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/dark-9.php