anguish of the wretched figure who cowers in the
darkness
The anguish of the wretched figure as she cowers in the
darkness
The heaviness of heart as she cries alone
Avaritious was she, for knowledge and love
But both evade her
The poignancy of the memories
tear at her like a razor edged
curse
Where is her driving force now?
The hope for deliverance into the arms of her
paragon?
The promises uttered a thousand times
By her soft spoken paramour
Are now as bare and broken as her spirit
Was this seraph who so gently wove his magic around her
heart
Merely enslaving another soul to suffer eternal
damnation
Within his web of deceit?
Where is this creature now as the shadows lengthen and the
air grows cold?
He forsakens this winsome girl whose desolation eats into
her soul
Or perhaps not
For it is he who watches from the shadows
Where darkness clings to him like a ceremonial
cloak
He hids within its sombre folds
While he tries to pretend he has a soul
Stepping out into the streetlight, a macabre smile haunts
his face
Hands outstretched, he beckons the girl
Whose tear-stained face radiates the pain of a thousand
mortal wounds
The world stands still in abeyance as she raises her
head
And looks to him in rapture
- This heathen beauty who stands before her
Elation courses through her to warm the frozen
flesh
The bliss of innocence settles upon her as she she rises to
approach this trickster/lover
Animoity is forgotten
All that she knows is the joy of returning
To the false security of her lover's arms
Abandon though she was, it is insignificant
now
And over her shoulder, the demon laughs
This gullible thing
This naive angel
How easily her soul is won
