Echoes of the Divine Chamber

A demon, in the guise of a woman, imprisoned in a chamber so divine,

Silver tresses intermingled with chains of gold, a captivating hold,

Cascading in a shimmering veil,

It falls upon her arched back, in nature's perfect track.

Marks of crimson, etched in bold,

Surround the demon, enforcing compliance, a story untold,

Forced to endure eternal judgment, a cruel fate,

A child of darkness, condemned to suffer by the divine mandate.

A sweet and pure voice resounds from the depths of the chamber, 

As if from angels' choir,

Yet its honeyed lies, like molten gold, drip and spread,

Reaching far and wide, echoing silently through waves of salt.

The call for help, so sweet, was a deception,

A lure for the unsuspecting,

Irresistible, the demon's charm,

Lamentably, the demon's call echoed in vain, none to hear the beauty within,

Resounding amidst a memorial of salt and sorrow.

The beauty of the voice echoes on,

But to an audience of salt alone.

And so the demon remains, trapped in her prison,

Forever echoing her call, a plea for deliverance,

But none shall heed her siren song, for they know the price of the demon's deliverance,

As they stand before the memorial of salt and sorrow.