50 years past

50 years past
Walking the Earth
A Priestess she was
A priestess no more
A counterfeit body with a half stolen soul
This is all that she is
nothing less, nothing more
Infatuation remains
But no heart within
An undying obsession
For the man she can not win
Soul thieving demons around her they circle
feeding her the souls of others
She is Helena of Troy
The cause of a great war
its her fault there is evil
Such a demonic sore
A master archer
Hit the mark every time
but no heart beat
to mach her bowstring's pulse
a cold haunting stare
beyond all compare
The Hanyou she Loves
Into Hell she will cast
A body of Artifice
not long she will last
50 years past
Walking the Earth
A Priestess she was
A priestess no more
A counterfeit body with a half stolen soul
This is all that she is
nothing less, nothing more