Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus,
slicka min kisse,
hehe just kidding,
just a u’i lata spreading sugar,
a sweet gift.
A snarl like smile crosses my countenance,
as I manifest into a deity,
of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice,
casting thy maestra symphony,
to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity,
but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah to the necrobiotic,
rictus lambent lament,
melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity,
to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets.
Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina,
husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex,
with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal,
goddess of the nigh is here,
witchess gazes through the fenestral,
nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage,
just an itty bitty bite is how it starts,
catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart.
Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart,
delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
