Dressed in black stockings and white lace she parades down the aisle to her betroth. Carrying a scent of passion as her breast heave against her bodice, she flicks her black and silver streaked hair to one side. With eyes like two cold blue Diamonds and lips as red as wine, she enticed the unsuspecting man to her side. At the stroke of midnight beneath a silver moon, they take their vows in the presence of her coven. Her sisters look on with glee at that which will soon be. Chosen for his worldly gifts and abundance of treasure, he will find heaven and hell in one night of pleasure. A Potion of seduction is given in the bridal cup, just a few sips, that will be just enough. He is enthralled with his new wife, but alas he should beware for his life. In the wedding bed he knows her flesh, he receives her lovers gift unto death do we part. When the morning light comes, his love has grown cold, as his enchanting bride scream in tears. Her husband is dead, how could this be, a spell cast by his witch bride you see.