She played the Devil's violin.
Plucked the silky strings with her hand.
Courted by the Devil's sin.
She watched perched high on his stand,
letting the darkness wash in.
Goading her with whispered promises.
Assuring her dominance.
It caressed her with broken dreams,
Luring with shattered souls that screams.
It gave her hope that bleeds.
Playing the Devil's tune,
she sang of her own doom.
Her blood drips from fingers of glass.
Scarlet diamonds falling on blackened ground.
She is the Devil's lass,
she wears hell's golden crown.