Variations on a Theme by Byron

What if she didn't walk in beauty....but something far darker?

She walks in horror, like the night

of sunless climes and moonlight skies;

and all the best of dark and fright

are found in evil glowing eyes

thus filled with such demonic light

Hell rejoices, Heaven cries.

 

One shade the more, one ray the less,

the darkness spreads across her face

and waves on every raven tress

and billows o'er burial lace;

canine sabers do express

the blood lust; so mean and base

 

And on that cheek and on that brow

lie remnants of the feast now spent,

a whispered word, a solemn vow

a piercing scream, the silence rent

and with the dawn approaching now,

she sleeps the sleep malevolent.

Reviews

[TLK]

I like the technical aspect of this poem, but I'm not suer who the 'she' is. What am I supposed to be seeing?