Mistress of the Dark and of Pain:
Mistress of the Dark and of Pain
For many years her torture would reign
People could be heard - their screams and shout
But they all knew there was no way out
With her trusty cat o nine tails whip
She would carry close on her hip
She would dress in leather and lace
You were made sure to be put in your place
And when those had to be put in line
They would surely pay her fine
For you could hear her whip crack
Upon their skin it would smack
As the blood was drawn she would smear upon her fingertips
And bring the sweet nectar to her full lips
Her torture for all to see
Would fill her with glee
Always looking for victims was a must
For you see this filled her lust
