couldn’t have said it better myself!
selfish and alone she walks the empty streets.
searching for her next soul to steal.
She is one of the few that can walk the Earth
completing the duties the others cannot
Her soft golden locks bounce lightly up top her head
A smile so luscious and sweet that any passerby would be damned to pass up
She catches their eye with her strange beauty
And then draws them in with her voice.
So silky smooth and buttery it runs over their bodies like a fair mistresses touch.
Wrapping around them, tightening and pulling them closer.
Creating a trance no man has ever broken free of
As she walks the darkened night the poor men drop
And yet she is still selfish and alone.
