Thou hast not a single inclination toward what thy evil dares to ignore…

regret will be thy song of lament while mine vengeance on thee is poured.

Thou hearest softly spoken words, but thou surely shan’t read mine thoughts…

if only, thou knew the strategy with which this mind, impassioned, silently plots.

Convinced of mine fear & intimidation, and even of thine sultry, dark allure…

thou shalt willingly relinquish thy power perceived to have so easily procured.

The reverie thou regards in mine eyes, in time, the truth of which shall be known…

though thou shan’t realize…till time has come to swiftly deal doom’s final blow.

Thine naïve underestimation…love will be the dagger that brutally tears thee apart…

As mine smile gently leads thee to the sacrificial altar of Heaven’s heart.

A dance with a dangerous demon whilst calmly resting in the eye of the storm…

quietly owning thine affection & trust, without need for words in spoken form.

Seemingly content in mine rhythmic sway, in the tender embrace of Satan’s spawn…

thee...unaware that mine chilling breath on thine ear, shall usher in thy very last dawn.

Thou hast had thine dance and pulled mine strings as puppet master…far, too long…

Come a little closer, you son-of-a-bitch, so I can send you back…where you belong.