penance

 
the dark ate at my sense of reason
it entered my soul with treason
I tried to escape to the light
but I was blocked to my dismay

into the nighttime I trespass
knowing full well what existed there
lonely shape shifters of an unworldly gore
they noticed me right away and gathered round

it's then I altered shape
I contorted into a Queen of the horde
luscious poison dripped from my lips
my venom intoxicated them
drawing them into a pit

a spell to get their full attention
a charm to do the trick
a hex to make it stick
imploring them further in
a trap I did set

there mouths water taking in my flesh
bone and boil they were hooked
I uttered I want to fuck
with a glean in their eyes they growl
get down and please us with your cunt

they entered my chamber bent to my will
I feasted off their souls
while we cavorted

a sport, a sport to do infernal damage
my own enemies trapped
with the weapons they formed against me

dying on the altar of lust
a penance to be paid for trust
their insidious greed bettered them
and into my hell they gladly fell victim