Angelique

moontigerntn

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 Offline)
  • Published: October 29th, 2016 16:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • moontigerntn

      thx for reading my poem - glad u like it.



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