𐌂𐌄ᕓ𐌉𐌋 𐋅𐌍 𐌒𐌄𐌃 𐌓𐌕𐌉𐌋𐌄𐌕𐌕Ꝋ 𐌒𐌄𐌃𐌍𐌄𐌔𐌔

𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝐼𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑜

In crimson heels that pierced the night,

A vision appeared with wicked delight.

With every step, she took her stride,

The devil in red stiletto glided with pride.

Her eyes gleamed bright like embers bold,

As she danced with darkness, young and old.

Her voice was sweet as honeyed wine,

But her heart was cold as ice that's divine.

She wore a dress of blackest night,

That seemed to shimmer with a wicked light.

Her beauty was a snare, a trap so fine,

To lure the innocent into her design.

With every glance, she cast a spell,

And those who gazed upon her fell.

Their hearts were lost in love's dark sea,

And they were hers to command, completely.

For in her presence, reason fled away,

And sense gave up its final sway.

But still they followed, entranced by her might,

Into the depths of her eternal night.

The city streets were empty, save for few,

Who witnessed her dance, both wild and new.

The music beat, a siren's call,

That beckoned all to heed her thrall.

With every step, she moved with ease,

Her power grew stronger, if you please.

No one could resist her charms so bright,

Not even those who knew her darkest sight.

Their wills were broken, their souls enslaved,

By the devil in red stiletto, so brave.

Yet still we're drawn to her mysterious fire,

That burns within her, a burning desire.

A flame that flickers, a passion so true,

That calls us forth, both me and you.

So let us beware, of her wiles so sly,

And keep our hearts from her seductive sigh.

For though she may seem, a beautiful face,

The devil in red stiletto holds a darker place.

Where love turns to hate, and hope doth fade,

And in its wake, only despair is made.

So tread with care, through the city's night,

Lest you fall prey to her wicked delight.

For in her world, there's no escape,

From the clutches of the devil in red stiletto's cape.