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She twirls her glistening fingers around the walls streaked with blood,
Her heated tears burning on olive face birth fiery floods
Robes of fire wrap her bodice as she floats above the flamed ground,
Her charred legs spin to the horned searing sounds.
She moves around the orange chamber like a blazing phoenix,
Wings of ash cling to her back, spread wide below the ebony crucifix
Auburn eyes shut off in the midst of the venomous trance,
As the dead watch her from afar performing the Devil's dance.
Murderous spirits lay on the floor worshipping the Mistress of Hell,
Even the rich nobles powerless before her devious spell.
No more wines filled with poison heed their orders,
Now only her hypnotic steps grace them on the afterlife's borders.
She cries the hymns of underworld,
Cursing the angels above.
She screams the screeches of demons,
Burning the halos of dawn.
An entertainer to the villainous crowd,
Yet still a dark goddess descended from the heavenly clouds
Banished to the deepest pits of the earth,
Her sobs not of a pure soul's worth.
They laugh at her antics from the clear sky,
Crushing the demons below
They gawk at her euphoric stunts,
Wiping the creature of night.
But her melodious hexes stop them in their tracks,
Swaying the enemy's song with a simple flick of her hand.
She shall fight this battle of anguish forever,
Yearning to see the ivory gods tethered.
The evil mortal ghosts stare in awe,
At the fierce defender who still commands this eternal war.
Garnet hair flow in anger under the ruby crown,
The dead criminals have their wicked tales unwound.
A scorched monster;
A proud prancer;
Heaven and Hell
Dawn and Dusk
Angels and Demons-
Can only glare at the Devil's Dancer.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoesíaFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
