She speaks to me on ebony wings of dreams,
Cold, silent...
A recital of magical and morbid incantations.
The passage of time bears no mark upon her wicked beauty.
For I am the one she worships, lusts, beckons...
Sinful whispers,
Harbored fantasies.
Clawing her way into my immortal soul...
Deeper.
Imbedded and fixated till’ I can struggle no longer.
Wrapped in her dark and deadly embrace.
Giving into the passion, slipping further...
Ecstasy, death, release.
Forgiven.