Created before times of gods,
She, a whore, kiss of death,
Plaguing sex to spawn
Deadly dominatrix,
Lures men with sinful sex,
Mortis Meretrix!
Deep cuts in her arms,
Her lips are red, her eyes hollow
She, a slave to all damned souls
Cursed, punished
A creature of desperation,
She must do as she is told
The Devil's Whore, his pet of travesty
She glides across the moonlit night,
Hoping hungering for blood
In search of a man, A man of eternities
She'll find him, seduce him, kill him, and feed from him
Yet, will she not love him? After all, she bears his offspring
She, this creature of evil, can she still not love?