In the tainted hours of night,
with murky mischief on his mind,
Lucifer, son of morning's demise,
Sent to me a sardonic bride.
Her eyes were like the rising sun,
With lips of a fire red rose petals.
Her hair was like a water fall
Down her ebony colored skin
Her body stood as a colossus
Over the still waters of my heart
She illuminated my arid soul
With a golden torch of ecstasy
We dwelled in the realm of paradise
As her potions weakened my body,
Invading my thoughts with lust,
A sultry burning in my core
How can the bride of Lucifer
Be adorned with such beauty?
Was I held around his ghastly grip?
Or by the empty bottle of vodka