Vermilion Princess

The dark radiance of her beauty
Her mind a temple of all that crawls at night
A placid smile forever,
Plastered on her face
And sheer terror rips through
The heart of any longing man
To dare to speak
To such a gorgeous young lass

Though her eyes may twinkle
And her lips may bite
She's slowly decomposing in the twilight
With her hands shaking 'neath her gown
And legs trembling in fright
She faces the slow recognition of pain
Every night, where she must set aside
The mystery and become who she is
A dreaded beast, on flesh she feasts
On any poor, pitiful man

Her lips, a crimson red
Her cheeks rogue in warmth
Her hands covered in the liquid remains
Of those innocent bystanders
Who slowly became her dinner
And she weeps for she has killed a man
Who only wanted to wed
But there is no happy ending
For the Vermilion Princess.