Sister Sin

Another Dark Psychobilly poem? Yeah!

She's dressed like a corpse.
Black lipstick grin.
She dies at sunrise.
She'll rise again.

The moon is pale,
And so is she.
She's the unholy grail
Of all black sheep.

Speaking desecration in a ghastly tone
Tombstone cowgirl with a devilish moan
Rolling thirteens out of six-sided dice
Every heart that loves her is a sacrifice

On the altar of sister sin
Built from the hearts of foolish men
She laps their dignity from the tap
Severed heads sleeping in her lap

She's bating death with sex.
Her hips sway rites.
Her lovers' souls are fed
To endless night.

She rides their helpless cries
Like Maggie Jones.
She'll lick their teary eyes
And meaty bones.

Wreathing perdition with weakling souls
Wearing misery like a rabid stole
Writing full moon chants with virgin blood
Laying empty vessels in vales of mud

On the altar of sister sin
Wilt like the hopes of doom-destined men
Devoured by power that can't be denied
Carrying passions to the fiery side

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She's dressed like a corpse.
Black lipstick grin.
She dies at sunrise.
She'll rise again.

The moon is pale,
And so is she.
She's the unholy grail
Of all black sheep.


Oh! Wow! I like this, this is an amazing write!
I love your opening lines here.
This is wonderful.
I enjoy writes like this.
Straight forward and to the point.