To hear the screams of the dying
To laugh in their tortured faces
To hear the sick, wet sound of slicing the flesh and revel in its cacophany
The blood pours down
Drip, drop
The clock spurs us on
Tick,tock
To feel the adrenaline drowning your brain
To run without inhibiting chains
The raw power coursing through your frenzied veins
To smile as you watch their dreams die in vain
They made the mistake of turning their backs to me, thinking me mellowed and tame
When I really enchanted them, making them more pawns in my game
Their folly
My amusement.
My strategy is simple, yet complex in its execution
Capture their eyes, the windows to the soul.
Seduce them.
Ensnare them in a web of dreams.
Beckon them to their darkest fantasies.
Tempt them with their own selfishness.
Promise them sweet revenge and power to command.
Strike a deal.
All you need is a single drop.
Forever lasts much longer than evermore.
My names are many
My game is well known
The prettiest of flowers
From the most poisonous of seeds.
Dark Enchantress
Patroness of the Night
I hail from the guilty
And their sacrificial rites.
In other words... I'm from Georgia.