CREATURE OF MALICE

How can a tender little thing Be so full of emptiness, So tragically haunted That she no longer feels her hollowed soul? It is striking, The unnatural beauty that she possesses. To approach her blindly, a deadly mistake to be regretted. Have you not seen her wandering like a soulless ghoul? Do not confuse the intriguing Heavenly haze for innocence. You will lose yourself before you are ensnared And dragged down to her hell, a bottomless black hole. For sirens are equally alluring With their hypnotic voice,  Leaving sailors mesmerized, Absentmindedly surrendering their control. In the meantime, she continues unleashing  Chaos. The midnight heavens welcome the souls she polluted. The still air holds the latest breaths that she stole. Ask Lilith how her ravishing    Beauty and might led her away from the virtuous place And forged A horned crown, dark as coal. No, she is not a despicable being Nor a creature of malice. She was not made to tear apart the flesh of the damned, She was once wronged, like any fallen angel who paid the toll.