Walking down the valley of death feeling the stench of flesh

As my eyes are set upon a lady donning a red dress

 Smiling at me with sharp teeth of gold

Her breath of death makes my flesh cold

Yet she kisses my forehead with a gentle lip touch

Caressing me with whips of joy as tears drop down my moustache

She speaks vast words of beautiful deceit

That resonate bearings of life seen complete

So as to mind fantasy is considered reality in being

Her voice like a thousand hissing snakes speaking through one medium

She devours my soul like an Ebola syndrome

She brings a dark to my light and drains my might

Feeling my heart with evil pleasures

Disguised in form of thousand treasures