Scadoxus multiflorus

I stand alone you will never
take over my throne. A weak
flower you call me but in
reality I am like the Scadoxus
multiflorus, one touch from
my beauty will knock you to
your knees! A early grave you
will see, this blood flower
is what describes me.

Your quality of life runs
low for you have woken my
dark soul with your words
of daring,I am not one to
spar! I will take you down
if you go to far.

You will be obedient to me
or a washed up entity you
will become,running from me
and my words of hate!I am
irate that you think I have
meant my fate.Your mistake!

I feed on blood,savor the
taste of another's tears as
they beg me to stop their
pain,their souls I can easily
take!Their fear no longer
can be masked as I take them
by their hand,drinking the life
out of them like a flask of
the sweetest poison.

So I tell you again my sweet
little follower in sin,bring
it on and meet your fate!Once
again your mistake!Your soul
I have already taken,in your
spot you will be left shaken!
Begging for release!Now follow
me into the hell that you asked
from me in your search of the
dark,I take you by your hand as
we both into the dark walk by
my demand!