• More plots thickened
    Believed prophet legends, little perfected nor listened
    Straight threw them, fright slew them
    Those dishonest few,
    Each standing in vain
    Thy mystical lamp misguiding their empty hearts,
    Further delaying her games
    But in the distance, the proudly faded litches
    Held their own silent stuttered whisper to taint,
    Held a lust for the Witch that drove them to pain
    Behold their mistakes, never able to sway the final play
    Blood stained memories shifting solemn cries
    Reminding them how they once fell victim to a sadistic succubus,
    Her blood stained lips and raven eyes


    Thy broken will to follow 'til sharpened blades met delight
    Persuaded more to the undiscovered feeling
    Of the journey through the Maiden's eyes
    Breaching what confidence left of the followed and denied
    Bringing down their flag of defiled lies
    All the ending tragedies heard through prosthetic ears,
    Prevailing but few the brewing that blew their paranormal tears
    An impish guile thwarting Her long sought plan, reigning fear
    Stigmata bringing faith to bless the belated prey,
    Fleeing as She drank the tears of the delayed
    She spoke the words that they dreamed and feared
    Always wondered how it drawn them near,
    Pondering the mystery that broke the majestic glare,
    Knowing Her piercing image forever burns in their mirrors