The Wing of Shadows, she is.

Such a sweet, twisted angel,
a dark puppet child
with hollow eyes and crimson smiles.

Such a petite deranged clown,
a little demon girl
with opaque eyes that drown souls.

This little creature killed two-fold.

Her voice, a Siren's lull,
jumps in oblivious throats.
Like Banshee dreams, this omen doll’s
tainted-torn cheeks gleam.
They are kissed by Mephistopheles.

To wit the errant winds,
The omen doll’s kiss
stitches her boogie smile.
It smears hapless souls to the abyss.

The Wing of Shadows calls. Her name
delves the coven, bound.
Hated by the holy bliss, she covets
to give humans a crimson kiss.