An incandescent devil rose up from the shadows,
Her august robes tinged with gold.
And she spoke in a way that led me to think
That perhaps I had met her before.
But in spite of her tone, I still felt alone
(And the air, it carried a sense of despair
A vague, inextricable sense of despair)
I felt heavy and lost, but still I was drawn
To her aura and elegant...