painted by the talented Natasha Thompson
a friend of mine
something a little different
A bit of Gothic and rhyme
A wraith suffused with silver light
A fluttering of black wings take flight
Luring many hapless throng
With their poisoned and shadowy song
On her breast rest a thousand sighs
Desire snakes behind those wanton eyes
Devilish delights from scarlet lips did fall
With the entrancing notes of a siren’s call
A Belle of moon glow she holds court
And with her suitors makes merry sport
As lovers gathered at her feet did swoon
They're tenderly enticed to their doom
Sundry blissful beating hearts were stilled
Her unholy hunger could not be filled
For the pluck of life she did crave
But cursed she is, chained to this cold dark grave
Some say in that blackest hour she does weep
Ever pleading for death’s final sleep
