Nocturna

She owns a ferocious appetite
Devouring anything in her sight

In her presence holy crosses burn
She enters a room and tables turn

She conceals a soul as dark as night
A malevolent spirit on a midnight flight

Can turn a good man into a slave
Guides any fool to an early grave

Consumes all objects of her desires
And leaves them to burn in hell fire

In seclusion she slips her painted skin
Revealing to her mirror a beast that dwells within

Black satin sheets in a coffin shaped bed
Sleeps by day at night she wakes the dead

To call her wicked would be too kind
She's a vampire of both heart and mind

Opens doors to a sinner's final temptation
Lighting the way to their final destination

Gary Edward Allen 2005 ©