The Lady with eyes of crimson fire
Her face I haven’t seen before
But I know one day our paths will cross
She visits whether you are happy or dire
The lady’s eyes radiate crimson fire
Her tentacle’s stretch out like a giant octopus
Once it strikes its “adios”
She spares non, moral or righteous
Even those who are crude and cruel
She always wins her duel
Mystery shrouds her gown
She saunters along at her own pace
No man has power over her
She has a blood tainted iris, the glare
Her glare strikes fear into the heart of the brave
The lady with eyes of crimson fire spares non, pauper or regal
This is her territory
We are her servants, she is the dominatrix
She is at the top echelons of the survival matrix
We try to evade her through hocus pocus
In truth we can’t avoid her sticky hands like octopus
Once she strikes its “adiós”
She is the lady with eyes of crimson fire