She resides where silence stains the walls,
In midnight's thrill that haunts the halls.
Her fingers feels like echoes in gloom,
A bride of filth, whispering doom.
Blackened wings shimmering in gold,
Born in shadows, fearless and bold.
Her scent is strange, much like rotten meat,
Melting her flesh in the blazing heat.
She guilt traps you, like bangles on wrist,
A shameful truth no man can resist.
Dirty jokes and humour so wild,
Desperate for attention, like a fallen child.