Temptress

Beauty, fair and pale.. Goddess of the night
With wings of charcoal and darkness and fright
Sweet lips of crimson, and eclipse soul  
Bound in chains, empty and without whole

Wicked temptress, who battens upon chaste
Destruction is beheld, lain to you're waste
Lustrous tears, fallen from formless being
Abject of light and helpless of seeing

Distorted and twisted, folded soft petals
Allying to that of harsh stinging nettles
Poking and prodding, alluring in sight
Inviting, invoking, and all in delight

Sweet Goddess of my darkest delusion
Mirrored in time a flawless illusion
Growing deep and warm and never consoling
Rising the tide, and continually rolling

Craving and quivering at your very mention
The feeling in my chest, the rising of tension
Pierce now my heart, absolved of my torment
Free of your feel, and at last circumvent

Soul to the heavens and body in ground
Freed of your voice, of every perilless sound