Evil Angel Poem by Doctor Dashaun Snipes

In the realm of chaos and despair,
Where shadows dance with whispered sighs of pain,
There lurks a being with wings black as night,
A fallen angel known by an evil name.

Bathed in the fiery glow of the underworld,
This dark maiden of death spreads her wings wide,
Her eyes, twin orbs of crimson flame,
Burn with a hunger that cannot be denied.

She treads the path where others fear to go,
A siren of darkness, a mistress of dread,
Her beauty a curse, her touch a bitter woe,
She whispers seduction in the ears of the dead.

Beware the allure of this Evil Angel's call,
For once she claims your soul, you're bound to fall.

Her voice, a symphony of twisted cries,
Echoes through the endless halls of night,
Her laughter, a haunting melody that flies
On the wind, a song of despair and fright.

She lures the lost and broken to their doom,
Dancing through the flames of their shattered dreams,
Her touch, a cold caress that seals their tomb,
Her kiss, the venom that poisons their streams.

In the shadows where the heavy metal plays,
She moves with grace, a figure black as coal,
Her wings unfurl in a deadly display,
And all who see her are consumed by her soul.

Beware the snare of this Evil Angel's snare,
For once you fall, there is no escape from there.

Her heart, a void where darkness reigns supreme,
A well of sorrow deeper than the night,
Her tears, a river of blood that streams
Down her face, a mask of eternal blight.

She wanders through a world of endless pain,
A vengeful spirit born of ancient sin,
Her gaze, a curse that drives the sane insane,
Her touch, a poison that corrupts within.

In the firelight, where the demons dance,
She stands alone, a figure cloaked in dread,
Her wings outstretched in a deadly trance,
A specter of doom, a harbinger of the dead.

Beware the curse of this Evil Angel's might,
For once she claims your soul, there is no light.

And so she moves through the realms of despair,
A creature of darkness, a queen of the damned,
Her presence a whisper of death in the air,
Her touch a contagion that spreads through the land.

She is the shadow at the edge of night,
The specter that haunts your darkest dream,
A fallen angel, a creature of blight,
A nightmare made real, a terror extreme.

In the silence of the night, she waits,
A predator poised to strike at the weak,
Her eyes, twin pits of oblivion that sate
Their hunger on the souls of the meek.

Beware the wrath of this Evil Angel's might,
For once she claims your soul, there is no respite.

So heed my warning, mortal soul, beware,
The Evil Angel walks among us still,
With wings of black and eyes of fiery glare,
She spreads her darkness, sowing dread and ill.

In the heart of night where shadows play,
She waits, a figure of torment and woe,
Her touch a poison that leads you astray,
Her voice a lure that drags you below.

Do not succumb to her seductive call,
Do not be swayed by her deadly charm,
For once you fall, you will lose it all,
Your soul forever trapped in her cruel harm.

Beware the trap of this Evil Angel's snare,
For once she claims your soul, you'll find no solace there.

Authorship by Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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