“She resides in her cave of wonders
and creates art and casts spells on men.
She sleeps by day and hunts by night,
feeding on the souls of the men with warm blood
and feasting with the damned.
She breaks bread with the gods of the dawn,
and she bathes in her own desires.
She weeps in the sanctuary of linseed paints
and cutout faces that have wept for too many nights.
She produces nothing but magic.
And when her time comes to an end,
I will be at her bed side to feel her pulse beat end.