Fulda Awaits

She shudders with a frozen fatal touch, In a carriage pulled by skeletal horses, Halo of crows in a deadly clutch, Laughs in darkness of humorous morbid, Tormented souls with four minute pulse, Misses the sunshine call her Mrs.sordid, Longing for warmth with wolves and such, Mrs.Sordid in courts until the midnight forfeits. Her feet barely touched the marbled steps, Ascending down to the ball with jaded lips, Blood moon shrouded eviscerated eclipse, Blood in wine as she takes a sip, All the men transfixed collapse from her poisoness kiss, And she danced in to the night with no regrets, Humming a tune sanguine blood now drips, Evil in her words with the world on her fingertips.