Heated passions spark evil blood. Smokey perfume and all judgement is flooded. Like mythical syrines who sing in the night, She beckons her suitors through gauzy orange lace. Darkness succombs to her enchanting light; Dancing for death with beauty and grace. The devil's desire is she. Sultry eyes and black fingertips. A black widow's allure escapes soundless lips. A blazing inferno is what her love breeds. Yet, a scarlet facaude cannot hide her blue soul; On their breath, their love, and their life she feeds. Gray shadows play amidst burning coals. The devil's desire is she. With fury and elegance she seduces her victims, Yet vanish her lovers, She grows desperately dim. Turned to smouldering embers that whisper the ghost, But provided the chance, reincarnate their host. The devil's desire is she. (And she is fire)