Between her shoulder blades she wears the mark of the beast.
The beauty of her onyx coloured eyes,
pale skin and blood red lips would cause your heart to cease.
But don't be fooled her beauty is an external deception that she wears,
Inside she harbours the most evil of intentions,
you won't see her until its to late but you'll sense that she is there.
A foot soldier of Satan she's the bringer of torment and pain.
She's the voice inside your head the chill down your spine,
she'll make you question your sanity driving you to the brink of insane.
When she's watched insanity take its grip, she'll drag you to Hell.
In the deepest darkest pit your helpless bound by fear,
welcome to her world and the place where your worst nightmares dwell.
(I thought this would fit well with my 666th post)
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