Queen of Death

The moon has set a fire, as the clouds began to cry,
Burning with molten lava rage, across the endless sky.
You will kneel down before her, begging for your life,
Conquering all before her, now death has found a wife.
Stretching out his body, is her serpent snake,
Cuddling her enemies, until their necks do break.
He promises to hold you, until death do you both part,
His Queen can not be defeated, so don't you even start.
With hair of flaming fire, flowing like bleeding lust,
Crushing all who challenge, and turn their bones to dust.
Like a prize possession, she holds her victim's skull,
Simply to show you, that life with her is never dull.
Peeking from behind a pillow, you hide under the bed,
I"m hoping for your sake, that tomorrow won't find you dead.

18:33:27 * 12.12.2008