Daemon Queen

Feral
Her eyes flushed with my blood
She slinks off
On the hunt
Wishing to devour
My words

For such a brief while
We have been
Being
She has been as I
And now I
Legion
Her Daemon
Having made her my Queen
Have seen her transform

Once my innocent
Now she bathes in my blood
Bleeding me
This Darkling temptress
Her form reformed to ensnare
She has me captured

As I have enclosed her
In this black and shriven heart
So she enfolds me
Deep within her shadows

Others would see lust
Perhaps a hint of pain
I know the suffering
We two will always declaim

Now she returns
A smile upon her
Her daemonic grace pulls at me
I open my arms to her
She lays her head upon my chest
I hold her tightly
Sigh
Pierced by her mind
As she sups of my black heart
I
Legion
Her Daemon
Am made whole

© 2005, Mosquitobyte