I am the poet of the dark.
The red heart deep in me,
has stopped beating steadily.

Am I goddess of the dark.
Who watches you, in the night.
With the look of a darkened stare,
trying to find beauty in me.

My eyes painted black,
see what they hidden in their minds
by immortal eyes, just like mine.

I am the night mist
lurking in every corner.
Gargoyles.
The cathedrals.

I wander in the dark skies,
where the eyes of crows shine.

In the dark.
I will never find the light.
My wings of a dark angels.

My loneliness
devours the hours,
waiting for the day is done.
Cover of night waiting to fall on me.
Where night dreams fall,
without arousing my already broken heart.

My verses written
with blood.
Runs like a warm rain.
In abandoned buildings,
where I had given myself to the darkness.

Disease left by beings,
that destroy the world.
With their impious rage.
Who are the strangers?
Or are am I crazy?

Leave me alone with my sorrow, because the dead is crying.
After all, someone needs to die.
Then it's me
Goddess of Darkness
Casaria.

Let me light my fire,
in the land of  dead souls.
I lie down on the tombstones cold and left alone.
Left by beings of young and old.

Let me sing dark lullaby's.
Don't come close to me.
The world is sick and twisted.
Maybe there is more cursing needed to be done.
Someone needs to die.
Then it's me.
Being the Dark Goddess.