Harvest For The Devil

Mist veiled enchantress shrouded unlitStorned through in malice, bestowing her witHer ominous shadows stayed untamedAs bitte words failed when avowed and namedDrawing vicious chapters redChallenging the drama, all affection fledWaiting for an endless sighIf death only had silently passed her by...Falling into a void of starsWhere shadow storms burned passion in her heartDemonic priestess of a dying moonQueen NocturniaIn her naked tomb, torchlit and closeTheatrical prayers demonical preachedInvoking the suprema, the cast out foesEach goal meant to be, selfishly reachedSoaking the ambrosial withered wineHer ember cloth stained completeAll her fears she now egocentrically declineAs darkness her dreams abusively entreatMysterious silhouettes of shadows that decayedReposing on cold dismal castle groundsJust vague memories from pacts never paidAnd spirits that surrender to tragically boundsAs the graveworms permitted, and evil aroseAmongst ceremonial pyres, alit and fumedChasing dolorous spells, striving in angelic poseNightfall persisting, and sunrise was consumedWith a glance, yet her faith obtained obscureShe threw her crown amid the glowing revelationsPurging her corrupted soul, stained but pureTo unbind the secret paths revealing devastationsImpetuous, all in vain, her atonement were kneenShe felt closeness with both foe and fiendAnd as real as in her most unbroken dreamPure impressions turned utterly extreme