Wisps of hair fall in her face,

Like an Angel, gentle grace.

Fingers entwined and wrapped in lace,

A halo on her head.

Distant blonde hair within the wind,

Long long legs release no sins.

Saint, a sinner all in one,

Halo and horns my work is done.

Crimson red of blood and thorns,

Break a spell and no one mourns.

Psalms of sorrow, and smiles of joy,

For she is still the devil's toy.

Catch a snowflake, droplets of blood,

Fallen Angel lost in mud.

Days of yore and future goals,

Consuming all those many souls.

The way of a Goddess,

The ways of the dead,

All those voices inside your head.

Human hybrid, half and half,

Things to do to make you laugh.

Unbelievable things to say,

Good and evil seize the day.