• Fire burns through pinked flesh
    Upon epic roses,
    Clean and wet
    Through skin,
    Through fabric,
    Through pain,
    And through love,
    What is it men are shrinking from?

    Her red, red hair,
    Scorched and singed.
    Her clear blue eyes,
    That speak of sin

    Through hellish deeds
    And heavenly pleads,
    That fulfills her ghoulish needs.

    An epic beauty,
    Loved by all,
    Feared by man,
    Face like a doll.

    Through fire she hordes
    Upon broken fingernails
    Blood covered boards

    She beckons death,
    And all its beauty,
    "Come forth,
    And claim thy purity."