With blood-red lips and wanton Kiss of DeathAnd piercing eyes of blue-gray steel,
She held his captured stare
Against his will.
So close she stood, he felt his capture’s breathAnd dreamed of drinking from her well
Of lusts without one care
Of good or ill.
The woman warrior armed with nature’s charmsRent teeth into his naked flesh
And drank his anguished cries—
The beauty with her heart in Satan’s armsAnd soul in Hellfire’s glowing ash
Seduced him with her lies
And passion’s want.