Curse

Immortality was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When she summoned that demon
With the gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of pure innocent souls
For power, for eternity
And her wicked goals

Love was the curse
That she thought was the prize
For they all quickly loved her
With a gleam in their eyes
It was possession, she wanted
Of these beautiful souls
As they hauntingly praise
All her twisted goals

Time was the curse
That she thought was the prize
When a thousand years ended
The gleam in her eyes
It was flesh and blood, she offered
Of her own lonely soul
To the demon that grinned
At her desperate goal

Death was a curse
But to her, a prize
And she begged the demon
Who had a gleam in his eyes
Who shook his head No
At this poor tired soul
Who forever shall live
Yet never be whole

Wrote this to celebrate Halloween :)