• Mere Mortal

    She stood atop an Ivory Tower
    Her wings of Darkness spread to fly
    Her form was full of Passion and Power
    What mere mortal would not Die?

    Her lips the color of crimson blood
    Her skin as white as the purest snow
    She might be kin to accursed Vlad
    What mere mortal would not Go?

    Ah, Succubus, the stuff of nightmares
    I give thee willingly my soul
    Under all the weight of the stars
    What mere mortal would not Fall?