the cup is filled to the brim of blood
the silver chalice lies in her hands
hear the drip droning from the enslaved
licks the perimeter once for good luck
the skin of the devil crawls
as she takes your cup and with her
black skinned sunglasses hisses down
your blood
licking the stains of life
slowly her tongue probes from her lips
the scorpion tipped tongue crawls around
slowly everlastingly she scuffles the chalice
the bottomless serenade swept aside
that scorpion tipped tongue glances
and the fearless devil shrinks down a size
a new empress slithers into the throne
forever enshrined and hailed
as she licks the slivers of your blood
from the plush thorn-bush lips of love
with her black skinned sunglasses hissing