The shades of pain await For the last of her breath. They hunger for her flesh - Longing at last for her death. The grin of their evil Has flushed over their lips And they wait in amusement until Into the darkness she slips. Oh how they've stroked her And wished for her there. They've been infatuated with The sweet scent of her hair. Her life is their plaything; They toy with her intentions. They tie up her mind With desire of abstentions. They crawl to the most silent Places of her curiosity To sew their darkend thread Of impiety and animosity. A more worthy partner? They will find none Because she is the sinner- The impenitent one.