Her blood splattered chiffon gown is thrown
At his lacerated face; a reminder of foolish
Lust. A relic of a tryst too far.
She approaches his severed torso;
Cut to the bone by a savage sword of sorcery,
Wielded by the torturer in chief of this realm.
His death's scream echoes through the ages;
Yet another naïve male victim of this succubus
As she rips his soul from its rotting corpse;
A gift for her father to enjoy at his leisure.
All this for a love affair with this angel, who
Dazzled his senses with deceptive charm, grace
And other-worldly beauty; a girl which the
Kingdom of Heaven itself would fall for;
If only this daughter of Satan could gain entry.