In her cloak of black, she conceals a wicked soul, Razia,
the queen of twisted, grisly tales.
With books so dark, they make the bravest pale,
And movies where screams and blood take their toll.
Her mind is a labyrinth of the unknown,
A twisted maze where fear and terror reign.
Her eyes ablaze with madness so profound,
She seems a creature caught in a fearsome dream.
But in her madness, I have found my bliss,
Drawn to her in ways I cannot explain.
Her mind a dark abyss I long to kiss.
She is the moonless night, I cannot miss,
A black rose in a garden overgrown,
The darkness in my soul I will not save.
