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She rose from her long slumber
Face gleaming with wicked knowledge
Icy smile on her crimson lips

Slanted eyes of emerald green
Glazed and mad
Her crown
A band of human bones
Encircled her head

Complexion of shimmering gold
Long and sharp her fingernais be
Hair falling to the floor
The color of ebony

A gown of finely woven mortal skins
Gathered from her victims
Wrapped round her lithe body
A thousand souls it took to weave

Awakened from her sleep
Called forth from hells deep
By a powerful witch
Who even now stirred the pot

So the demon went forth
Eagerly and with no recourse
Twas at the witches bidding
Task always the same
One of chaos and death
Summoned she must answer

Pity for the one she seeks
Of a terrible perfume she does reek
That of blood and brimstone
Smoke and fire
The devil is her line and sire


So by demons touch
Deaths cold hand
She claims the soul of mortal man
More thread for her clothing
The beautiful demon


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The Beautiful Demon
Date: Saturday, 4th May 2013 @ 08:49:06 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: tammyrobbins
From the black recesses of the earth
She rose from her long slumber
Face gleaming with wicked knowledge
Icy smile on her crimson lips

Slanted eyes of emerald green
Glazed and mad
Her crown
A band of human bones
Encircled her head

Complexion of shimmering gold
Long and sharp her fingernais be
Hair falling to the floor
The color of ebony

A gown of finely woven mortal skins
Gathered from her victims
Wrapped round her lithe body
A thousand souls it took to weave

Awakened from her sleep
Called forth from hells deep
By a powerful witch
Who even now stirred the pot

So the demon went forth
Eagerly and with no recourse
Twas at the witches bidding
Task always the same
One of chaos and death
Summoned she must answer

Pity for the one she seeks
Of a terrible perfume she does reek
That of blood and brimstone
Smoke and fire
The devil is her line and sire


So by demons touch
Deaths cold hand
She claims the soul of mortal man
More thread for her clothing
The beautiful demon


This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3),


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