Power is not always obtained by the noblest means
Often it is attained by wicked ways
As errant as these demons that come with the eve
Whose silhouettes and feet are bare
Naked to the touch
Disguised as a divine maiden or a handsome, gilded youth
And sinfully enticing to the eyes

I sup with them
Upon plates of gold and drink from goblets of crystal
Yet the fruit is festering within
Soft and sour, filled with worms
The succulent pig is actually a carcass
Besieged by flies

These golden coins I throw
Turn to dust and blow away into the sea
My rubies are claret droplets of blood upon my fingers and palms
Trickling from my dagger,
I seek to wash the stains from sight
But blood has seeped into my skin
And has declared that it shall stay

I wear a crown
Of silver and gems from an abundant foreign province,
Except it is dull and tarnished,
Not beautiful upon my head,
Instead it is a weight upon me
And fills me with shame

When the evil beguiler
Kissed my lips and spoke in a silky chant,
It's skin as smooth as the pearls of the sea,
I sold my dignity and morals
For supposed immortality,
Now I know that all I received in return for such a price
Is a faster death and guilt
The remains of my sins
Flames that lick at the walls of my castle
A barren land and body

I rule a kingdom of corpses
And a demon is my keeper
Possessing me with seductive promises and spells
In a dance that captivates my dreams.