Devil.
They say she has eyes of the devil
Dubbed her the unholy one.
Dare not listen to her cry
She will drag you to the depth
Without a final goodbye.
Kiss not those ruby red lips.
It is not paint from makeup,
But a mark of her victims,
A proof of her tricks.
Black as the night,
Empty as her soul.
A devil in disguise,
in need of a bite.
The fire of passion,
creates the house of Hell.
For love, and evil,
Gave her a story to tell.
She is not dammed or unholy,
But a woman of power and fury.
However, to some,
that is worse than the Devil.
So, dare to kiss her lips,
Grab her hand, ask for a dance.
For love is nothing but a
Play with chance.
— Miss Mephistopheles
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