Changed

Deep within me, knew that someday my allure and devotion.
Would be my undoing and my custom a radiant rival,
My hypnotic thoughts and compulsion to be transformed,
I was born a man; but my soul is that of a feminine design.
Often enough I crowned myself, to resonate my true image.
I set about to dress en-femme and attend, All Hallows Eve Gala.
My hunger was ravaging, to foretell, if anyone could recognize.
The deceit I prepared, with both vermilion lips and cut nails.
This existence would be brief, as I knew my past would return.
That my previous continuation though fringed, is all mine.
My only way out of this deceit was in my demise in requiem.
After my arrival into the party scene, dressed as a spider queen,
Prophetic words of a mystery of magic, would take part very soon.
Women spoke to me, in nostalgic ways, which set my soul on fire.
Male guests were craving my frailty, as their strength decomposed.
Then she appeared, her eyes protruding, over fan of feast in nature.
Awakened, my eyes were harmonized with hers; I was mesmerized.
Somehow, in my soul, I knew she was a heinous creature of night.
Haunted and possessed, I walked toward the beauty she displayed.
The others seem to become unhinged and ravaged relentlessly.
My soul was guided unto her as the bells struck, Mesonoxian hour.
Upon the midnight hour, my body was shaken and swirled around.
My body seemed to be lifted up and laid upon a burning alters.
Magic of mysterious words spoken my costume disappeared.
Replaced with feminine attire, with a body that compared,
To any Goddess or Angel though that was not my design,
I was to walk, the night forever more, as an oriental vamp.
She was to be my queen, as ironic as I was dressed that night.
Upon the Mesonoxian hour, my life was changed unto death.