She came to me darkly, like a shadow in a dream.
Whispering riddles she wasn't what she seemed.
With passions overwhelming, she set my soul on fire.
Her eyes were bracken pools of unfulfilled desire.
A choir of fallen angels issued from her lips.
She held the promise of oblivion at her fingertips.
She took me to the depths of hell to do the demon dance.
She held me in a black embrace, bewitched, beguiled, entranced.
The maiden in the madness, screaming at the light.
She comes again to haunt my dreams upon the fall of night.
William VanDorin � 2001
