Harvest for the Devil

Mist veiled enchantress shrouded unlit

Storned through in malice, bestowing her wit

Her ominous shadows stayed untamed

As bitte words failed when avowed and named

Drawing vicious chapters red

Challenging the drama, all affection fled

Waiting for an endless sigh

If death only had silently passed her by...

Falling into a void of stars

Where shadow storms burned passion in her heart

Demonic priestess of a dying moon

Queen Nocturnia

In her naked tomb, torchlit and close

Theatrical prayers demonical preached

Invoking the suprema, the cast out foes

Each goal meant to be, selfishly reached

Soaking the ambrosial withered wine

Her ember cloth stained complete

All her fears she now egocentrically decline

As darkness her dreams abusively entreat

Mysterious silhouettes of shadows that decayed

Reposing on cold dismal castle grounds

Just vague memories from pacts never paid

And spirits that surrender to tragically bounds

As the graveworms permitted, and evil arose

Amongst ceremonial pyres, alit and fumed

Chasing dolorous spells, striving in angelic pose

Nightfall persisting, and sunrise was consumed

With a glance, yet her faith obtained obscure

She threw her crown amid the glowing revelations

Purging her corrupted soul, stained but pure

To unbind the secret paths revealing devastations

Impetuous, all in vain, her atonement were kneen

She felt closeness with both foe and fiend

And as real as in her most unbroken dream

Pure impressions turned utterly extreme