Evil Beguiled
Evil Beguiled T he light is my captor; my freedom is night. My rapture - to feed on souls that I capture… My bidding? I am Unholy - all good I am ridding! These worlds, my dark side - so wicked, as evil unfurls. You can but run from fangs of wrath… Wither and die, baking in sun. Angel has lost her... Sign in to see full entry.