grim...

They call on her

When there is on hope
They cry out to her
In fear

The whisteling of the

Barkless trees

Signals that she 
Is near

She carries with her
The dead of night
She'll pull the breath
from your lungs

Her emerald eyes
Strip your soul
Leave you hungry,
Wanting more

Her thirst for blood
Never quenched
Her body

Needs the pain.

She'll call to you
In the dead of night.
She'll bring you

To your knees. 

Her ivory skin
Touches your heart
And poisons you
With her sin.

Man can't claim her
Nor can I
For she is free
As the wind.