The Devil's Harlot

The ghost of a million promises rest upon her skin Speaking words of silken spun seduction Eyes of darkest midnight eat the desires of those she chooses Calling forth the wrath of legions, should she be scorned You cannot tame the devil’s harlot No one’s property, no one’s claimed You cannot break the devil’s harlot She will bring your house to ruin, test her not Through her veins flows blackest magic, dark forces held within In her heart the ice and fire raging up from the abyss In purest form a goddess, woven from endless light But in the blackest soul in all existence, death lurks deep inside