A Demons Delight

The feel of death set on her lips,
The kiss of death she could hardly resist.
Kissed by the wits of the sorcerers curse.

The taste of deceit,
sweet release,
The burn of lustful rage sets in the eyes of the fire,
The body craves,
what mystery lies in wait,
somewhere between the shadows, the darkness a thirsty fate.

The hunger prevails,
Ashes rise to the fright set in the prisoners eyes.
Unmasked, Unveiled the wings spread and she captures him in her treacherous web.

The Red moon sets as she tangles and turns,
mangles and burns,
The prisoner screams ,
with pain and with freight,
she cackles and roars with a demons delight.

The trees all around seem to hide them from the earth,
forming a blanket of claws and arms. Claws dig into flesh,
his nectar flows like the rivers of lost men and broken dreams.
His world spins as he fades from this world,
she moves in his shadow cold as ice, with one final stab of the claw of torment she feels his release.