Demon.
Eyes black as night, they will pierce you as you walk by, gazing into your soul your pure light soul she will turn it to dust even coal. Black. *****. And black. But I love her, I love the way her evilness takes over me. Turning me into a demonic Slave of sorts. She is an immortal being of the highest class, a deity afraid of no mortal man. She is desirable, she is lovely, she is free to do as she pleases. For ever she will be my dark queen, and I will forever dwell as her, dead corpse of a body. Admiring her from a distance, decomposing.