BRIANNA II

Captivating and statuesque

Born of darkness and deception

Piercing eyes like fiery crystals

Searing in your direction

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Devouring any resistance

To protect your fertile soul

Sadness, sorrow, and misery

Of which she will bestow

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Sweet venomous elixir

Drips from her forked tongue

Submerged in sheer temptation

Victims old and young

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Her long hair flows and sways

Like that of flickering flames

Shimmering translucent flesh

In search of your remains

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Restless crimson talons

Grasping at your soul

Locked within her clutches

Agony without console

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Pandemic fears and pestilence

upon her as she slithers

In search of all destruction

Anguish she’ll deliver

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Cold and calculated

A voice surely sadistic

Deceitfulness within her smile

Divinely ritualistic

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Despite her wicked nature

There lies a true allure

Both fear and fascination

Her wrath is not demure

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Those of who have fallen

Or ventured in her path

Sinister and malevolence

Precedes the aftermath

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Uttering her name aloud

Stokes the flames of Hell

Fueling all perversions

Her desires will not quell

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Helplessly in disbelief

You cling to your last breath

In the presence of Brianna

The Registrar of Death.