Enough To Wake the Dead

She danced at orgies by the sea
Set every waking demon free
But the fact that her magic was black
Subjected her to some attack
 
Her Dark Lord  forced her to his bed
Witnessed by the walking dead
She said she kind of liked his style
But wasn't any necrophile
 
Still the dead did have their way
Had her until the break of day
Left her exhausted on the floor
And shambled out the cellar door
 
Her Dark Lord seemed dissatisfied
Made sure that her hands were tied
Let her taste his throbbing cock
No more spells, and no more talk
 
She crawled in tatters up the stairs
Door wide open to a thousand terrors
Approached by a strolling stiff
She led this new suitor towards a cliff.