Oh immortal sorceress, daughter of Lilith
She is a prism in the moonlight, a deity
Darker than the Sargasso sea, her fury is
Unforgiving as the Titans came to
Recognize all because of their jealousy
Over her lineage and limitless validities
War was declared and with one wave
Of her hand mount Olympus went down
In flames she just laughed and laughed
Devouring their celestial transcendence
Future generations should have learned
From the fall of the Titans fall but them
Didn’t learn anything at all...
Cleopatra tried imprisoning her so she could
Discover the secrets of everlasting life to be
Queen of not only Egypt but the whole wide
World but the daughter of Lilith turned herself
Into the cobra that would be Cleopatra's
Demise, you thought it was Rome well
You were wrong; it was her all along…
Angelique from Martinique, a timeless
Beauty that even Venus would envy
Frozen rose suspended in time, high
Priestess calling out to you, messin’
With your mind, she’ll tell you she loves
Then she will rip out your heart...
'Cuz hell has no fury like a woman scorned
And her magic is like lightning you never
Know when it comes, her spells are forever
Binding and she feels no shame in her game
She’ll make you regret the day you were
Ever born, she may look like an angel but
She is the devil in disguise and she will have
You right where she wants you with just one
Look into her icy blue eyes 'cuz hell has
No fury like a woman scorned especially
When the woman is ANGELIQUE, ANGELIQUE
From Martinique...
Oh immortal sorceress and daughter of Lilith
She is a prism in the moonlight, deity darker
Than the sea than lies below widow's hill
You may think she is just a legend but me
Assure you she is very real...
ANGELIQUE from Martinique, a timeless
Beauty even Venus would envy, frozen rose
Suspended in time, high priestess calling out
To you, messin’ with your mind, she’ll tell you
She loves you then rip out your heart...
'Cuz hell has no fury like a woman scorned
Her magic is like lightning you never know
When it comes, she’ll make you regret the day
You were ever born 'cuz hell have no fury
Like a woman scorned especially when that
Witchy woman is ANGELIQUE, ANGELIQUE
From Martinique!
- Author: moontigerntn ( Offline)
- Published: October 29th, 2016 16:08
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
Comments1
Great write
thx for reading my poem - glad u like it.
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