Crimson Twilight

Crimson Twilight

Evil stems from bad places
The tragic and scared faces
Beauty in the eye of the beholder
A young woman never to grow older

The time has come she will show the way
How many are killed by her hands this day
Her broken lover learns last
He struggles to stand frightfully agape and aghast

‘Tis my time you say?
Murdered by your hand this today?
Her lovers’ lacerations bleed
She sends her host of satanic demons  to feed

I loved you she said in a spit
Now forever you go to the pit
another lover’s tale is told
another couple never to grow old