She Demon

Thou wind doth blow
Leaves through her hair
Little horns
Be planted there

She covers up
With warm delights
Forgiving smiles
And tear stained plights

All Hallows Eve
Her time to play
When heart-broken spirits
Fade to gray

A vision in red
She stands on her pyre
Whilst mortals give in
To her selfish desire

My own soul hath once
Made a journey so bleak
That throat closed upon me
Unable to speak

Never again
Hast I walked down the path
That leads to a fiery
She-demon wrath