Evil Beguiled

Evil Beguiled

The light
is my captor;
my freedom
is night.

My rapture -
to feed
on souls
that I capture…

My bidding?
I am Unholy -
all good I
am ridding!

These worlds,
my dark side -
so wicked,
as evil unfurls.

You can but run
from fangs of wrath…
Wither and die,
baking in sun.

Angel has lost
her pure gold soul,
ne'er again whole
as away it is tossed…

Unholy now wins!
This evil beguiled,
out running wild,
strength through sin…

'Til we meet again!