The witching hour
Is well at hand
In this you must believe
Take heed, beware
And you will find
Intentions to deceive
This femme fatale
Will lull you to
Obedient submission
This sirens chants,
Seductive ways
Ensure sedate condition
She will consume
Your heart and soul
And leave a hollow shell
A tragic life
Will be your fate
While on this earth you dwell
This vixen has
But one intent
To claim your soul as prize
A deadly touch
As cold as ice
Bestows at last, demise. |