Like a spider
waiting for its prey
She lays in wait
one hour, a day
She waits for him
to leave his lair
So she can trace
each step here there
Her sleek body
attracts attention
Everywhere she
goes not to mention
She takes the
life of those around
Her origins begin
centuries before her crown
Was given to her
as Queen of darkness and despair
She waits in hope
he’ll come to her a fast snare
She’ll devour
him, fuck him, use him then cast aside
Like others she’s
used abused beaten their hide
He’ll live in her
wake as a servant like so many
Then she’ll go
out again beautiful evil as any
Black, dark,
cagey and cunning she demon she is
Full of deceit,
lies, urges, and a decadence kiss
She’s not even a
female of the human kind
She’s a black
hearted creature a treasure a find
For those who have
broken too many hearts
Beware of the
hunter the demon of black arts
You might be her
next prey, her next meal
But she will wait
until minutes before for her true reveal
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