Knighted Succubus

Brace thyself my sweet divine.
For I depart to severe the line,
of past and present, future of sorrow,
blighting the way for an assured tomorrow.
Wilst thy come under mine wings.
Soaring through the clouds they sing,
of tragedies unfortolled.
Atrocities, viewed to behold.
Night unleashed
awakened in glory,
benighting thee,
amidst thine wings of might, power, and utter fury.
Crowned anew in victory held.
Those against all have failed,
to witness what has come to be.
Cruelty succcoured.
Bleedings eyes you see.
Again they fall,
yes but do not fret.
Of thine own they are bereft.
Such a wicked smile.....pure relief.
Yes they fall in thy true belief.
Of bliss amongst fear you see.
In happiness,
they do bleed.
         Come my dear, my benighted angel of misery
Queen thou shall be for all ETERNITY. For thy soul may drown in torment, it is thine eyes of beauty, I have met. For against my soul you are held, torment ceased.... within our spell.