CREATURE OF MALICE

How can a tender little thing

Be so full of emptiness,

So tragically haunted

That she no longer feels her hollowed soul?

It is striking,

The unnatural beauty that she possesses.

To approach her blindly, a deadly mistake to be regretted.

Have you not seen her wandering like a soulless ghoul?

Do not confuse the intriguing

Heavenly haze for innocence.

You will lose yourself before you are ensnared

And dragged down to her hell, a bottomless black hole.

For sirens are equally alluring

With their hypnotic voice, 

Leaving sailors mesmerized,

Absentmindedly surrendering their control.

In the meantime, she continues unleashing 

Chaos.

The midnight heavens welcome the souls she polluted.

The still air holds the latest breaths that she stole.

Ask Lilith how her ravishing   

Beauty and might led her away from the virtuous place

And forged

A horned crown, dark as coal.

No, she is not a despicable being

Nor a creature of malice.

She was not made to tear apart the flesh of the damned,

She was once wronged, like any fallen angel who paid the toll.