In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness And have no premonition of their effect on you
A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction As in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure A sacrifice on the alter of her own lust
Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise Disembodied fiend waving through her gaze Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness She leaves you with no chance of escape
From what is happening in your mind She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance
