Tempting lullabys,
Shall sooth you to sleep,
In a land,
Where angels weep,
And dreary eyes,
Shall cry no more,
And beating hearts,
Shall cease for sure.

Wicked minds,
Shall lure you in,
And soft lip kisses,
Are a certain sin,
A sin no one,
Can do without,
In a world,
Thats made of doubt.

Demons seem,
A hearts desire,
Setting your very,
Soul on fire,
Whilst witches scream,
And stir a brew,
Ready to make,
"Your dreams come true".

Red light scenes,
In a masquerade ball,
Mask only a facade,
Fiery dancers,
Seem so tall,
As they sway on the boulevard,
Everyone screaming,
For desire,
Of the eternal lust,
And in that moment,
Their hearts caught fire,
And they were all condemened to dust.

X.x.Eleanore.X.x