The Pale Horse Waltz In [Part one]

"What have you done?" He whispered  
As the candlelight kissed his face
'Nothing you wouldn't have done'
As she provoked the worst in him
"Then Hell must be filling up quickly"...
 
Forged beyond the gates of hell
Those eyes and that gaze cut through everything  
Sins covered his skin and scarred hers after life became their fight
He was her favorite devil in disguise  
And she was his favorite Angel caressed by the night.
 
Voodoo lips and words that incited violence, the switchblade knife
hid beneath her eyelids,  
she struck whenever she felt entitled,  
death was a release she granted gleefully in her twisted version
Of keeping promises
whenever another came into his life
Unwanted and never heeded her warning
So She slowly watched her feathers fall
One by one body by body in her vision
He smiled at her sinful decisions..