Her Soul Chamber

The darkness draws inward to linger beside her, Carriage windows are flanked with dark designs, I gave her my soul and was treated like a cur, All for her effort of burying the dagger inside, Again she is in my dreams, Whenever darkness covers my eyes, Drowning and lost in pain filled screams, Alas the dark goddess is still alive, Now she moves with a huntress guile, Beyond all astral glinting life, Graceful she moves on a departed isle, Determined to be the tyrant of the cursed night, Always at odds with an ambitious case, Searching for someone to meet her daggers embrace, Searching for another life to take, Searching like a black widow filled with hate, From bitter lips words are slathered, Nine tail whips split and gathered, Crimson jewels is the blood that splatters, Drifting in a ghostly veil when death is all that matters. (2017)