Violin of Sin

Dark master, play thy instrument of torture!
Stream this tower with your power and summen me foreward to thee.
Let me here your rasping voice which sprays flecks of curdled blood onto the floor.
Trepidation fills my veins as you edge ever so closer.
You bite my soft flesh on my exposed neck, your smoldering eyes never leave my dark puddles of despair.
Slowly my body may fall limp in your prevailing grasp.
I grow weak and fatigued as I am cradled in your lap.
Your lips finally leave my décolletage,
my body drops to the floor.
Master, place candles around my cadaver so I may have a lighted path to Hell.
I shall have no choice in residing with my lover, the dark prince.
I have danced too long in his chambers...making love with the ultimate sin.
Master has taken me from my fruitless existance, so now I may dance with my devoted.
His scortching hands ablaze my soul.
I will forever be in master debt, for he has released my meaningless soul into breathtaking ectasy.
Forever play thy exquisite melody, for Lucifer and I love it so.
We conceive the next heir to Hates throne listening to thy song.
Forever screech thy violin of sin.