Susanne

Mistress of the Night

Her eyes the color of the deep blue sea
Look through your soul and hold the key
To all love’s worries and promises broken
These are the measure of a single token.

Hair as gold as blazing sunlight
Flows gently down her spine, so slight
She’s watching you, though you don’t see
Her wish is just to set your soul free.

Most fear her beauty and subtle grace
The angelic look upon her bronze face
Her words soft-spoken reveal your fears
And make the strongest of men come to tears.

You look at her with lust and desire
Imagining the passionate fire
That burns deep within her sultry smile
And wish to love her but for awhile.

She holds you in her loving arms
Bewitches you with devilish charms
You suddenly realize the dream has come true
But find it’s a nightmare survived by few.

Her glistening smile shows fangs to feast
Beauty now gone, you gaze at the beast
In your last moments of life here on earth
You realize you were destined for this at birth.

She’s ageless and timeless, she follows her prey
From the moment they’re born, to their dying day
The blood of the innocents revitalize her youth
And the token she holds is the evil truth.

Susanne©2005

Where Satan Worships

Snow covered path to the church turned red
Where slaughtered a congregation lay dead
Babies strung up and hung upon wire
Mothers branded as whore and liar.

The evil one had made his will known
But there were those who could not be shown
That prayers to their God would be their doom
That outside the church waited evil’s gloom.

The men of the town could not hold it back
The doors were open and the cruel attack
Took lives of many who had pledged their love
To their God only from heaven above.

Satan stood at the altar feeling sublime
For he had taken God’s children all at one time
And his message was clear to those who’d resist
The Devil would win no matter how they'd persist.

Susanne©2005

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The Lord of the Mansion Visits (Adult Graphic Content)

From out of the depths of the great abyss
He climbs up to the edge of top to look down
And survey his Kingdom and all that are his
Then walks brazenly through the quiet town.

Up the road toward the Mansion that rises
Out of the earth and into dark night
He follows the path wearing many disguises
So as not to create havoc or stir fright.

Soon he stands at the bridge of the damned
Anxious to cross into the Mansion’s domain
For He is the one who is ever in command
Of the weak, the feeble, the nearly insane.

He stands proudly, erect, his yellow eyes glare
As he enters into this world of hell he created
Servants are waiting, he is almost there
Anticipation rouses the minds of the ill-fated.

Now in the Mansion, he is quite satisfied
To mull through his many concubine
And christen this eve with a lovely new bride
To reign in His absence and continue His line.

She lay in the circle, legs apart, body tight
Submissive and eager to please her Lord
The pentagram shone by the candles light
The others watched hungrily with envy galore.

Her back arched as she howled in ecstacy
The seeds of the Devil had been planted within
Her womb now the vessel for His child to be
The next generation of a world filled with sin.

He was suddenly gone, returned to the abyss
Though His evil would ever linger and stay
To ensure that the bride and the baby of His
Would rule over the Mansion one day.

Susanne©2005

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Once you set your foot on the path there is no turning back