(A tribute to one of my favorite poets, Edgar Allan Poe)
Cryptic writings — in my mind.
Will I see — or stay blind.
A daemon beckons — wants my soul.
Lips like honey — eyes black as coal.
Robed in filth — smelling dead.
Her seductive darkness — fills my head.
She twists and tempts — with violent delight.
Will she collect me — this vicious night?
She reaches out — arms dripping gore.
I belong to her — yes.. evermore.