She rides from a Chaotic plane,
Like a black sun's unholy dawn,
Clasping a hound by red mane,
Walking the shadow of the Spawn.

Her eyes, black pearls in pure jade,
Are Demon Mirrors gone ablaze,
And as I deep inside them wade,
My vitae boils in my veins

She smirks a wanting, crescent smile,
A web of longing hits my senses,
And as i writhe, out of my mind,
She offers soothing words and glances.

And as her lips venture apart,
And fingertips against me glide,
I wonder...does she want my heart?
Or just the blood that burns inside.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 296 AF.