Part IV: The Haunting Stranger

Next came my fiendish compliment...

My angelic and unholy sister,

Seducer of mortals and breaker of hearts...

How could I hope to resist Her?

She has become my treasured confidant...

She has become my trusted friend,

And if I could descrbe Her to the world

then this is the message that I would send:

Those hellish ebony smudged eyes...

Filled with heavenly gothic fire,

She is a woman of eternal darkness...

She is the blackest of all desires -

She is The Moon's secret mistress...

She is The Night's latest shudder,

She is Death's last wish before sunrise...

She is Life's first tragic lover.

Those scarlet stained vampire lips...

Tell of a lusciously morbid life,

This is the little girl lost and alone...

This is The Widow's wife -

This is the little boy hungry for strong

and handsome young men of danger,

This Child was The Queen Of My Youth,

She is The Haunting Stranger.

That skin so pure and phantom pale...

That hair of stallion spledor,

Is the envy of primitive gods...

She holds the wisdom of every surrender -

She makes demons beg forgiveness...

And saintly priests remember their sins,

For She is a sister to The Fates...

And a brother of the nightmarish Twins.