A Calling Card!

The evil ambiance instilled the night
a thirsty lingering red mist
her passion lay stilted
ignited flames wilted

A demented need upon her soul
to bleed and leave a shell outline
a depravity in a innocent lair
beguiled insight lost in despair

Departed at dawn's icy mist
a smouldering essence fermented
her weakened flesh silently sighed
goodness battled sorely died

A single rose left pitifully
a heart to shreds be torn
a ebbing life drained in contempt
to damnation ever be spent

A simmering blood bud kissed
a thorn across soft throat
dragged to the bowels of Hell
just Devil's calling card to tell

So ladies beware this Valentine
if a Red Rose to you be gifted
could be from the Devil's back yard
and he's left you his calling card
                                 'mwah mwah!'