Behold the Temptress
Original was pencil.
Through midnight hours, she seeks her prey, In dreams she weaves her wicked display, Her touch, a fire, burning deep, Feeding on souls, promises to keep.
She knows your secrets, every hidden fear, Feasts upon your longing, drawing near, Her touch is cold, a chilling caress, But in her embrace, you find no distress.
For she is the embodiment of dark desire, A creature born to set your soul on fire, A succubus, both hunter and prey, Leading astray with a captivating sway.
But beware, for love with her is a mirage, A dangerous game, a tempting barrage, In her embrace, a price to pay, As she devours your essence, night and day.
So, mortal, heed this cautionary tale, When encountering her seductive veil, For the succubus, a mythical bane, An enchantress who feeds on hearts in vain.
Original was pencil.
Through midnight hours, she seeks her prey, In dreams she weaves her wicked display, Her touch, a fire, burning deep, Feeding on souls, promises to keep.
She knows your secrets, every hidden fear, Feasts upon your longing, drawing near, Her touch is cold, a chilling caress, But in her embrace, you find no distress.
For she is the embodiment of dark desire, A creature born to set your soul on fire, A succubus, both hunter and prey, Leading astray with a captivating sway.
But beware, for love with her is a mirage, A dangerous game, a tempting barrage, In her embrace, a price to pay, As she devours your essence, night and day.
So, mortal, heed this cautionary tale, When encountering her seductive veil, For the succubus, a mythical bane, An enchantress who feeds on hearts in vain.
Original was pencil.
Through midnight hours, she seeks her prey, In dreams she weaves her wicked display, Her touch, a fire, burning deep, Feeding on souls, promises to keep.
She knows your secrets, every hidden fear, Feasts upon your longing, drawing near, Her touch is cold, a chilling caress, But in her embrace, you find no distress.
For she is the embodiment of dark desire, A creature born to set your soul on fire, A succubus, both hunter and prey, Leading astray with a captivating sway.
But beware, for love with her is a mirage, A dangerous game, a tempting barrage, In her embrace, a price to pay, As she devours your essence, night and day.
So, mortal, heed this cautionary tale, When encountering her seductive veil, For the succubus, a mythical bane, An enchantress who feeds on hearts in vain.