You took my heart once, your beauty, your sense of humour.

I gave it to you willingly, without conditions. You took my trust, and I trusted you implicitly.

Like my true love, given without question.

The true meaning of love is simple really. To love someone more than yourself. To willingly lay down your life for them.

That is my definition.

Old fashioned perhaps, but true nonetheless.

As time passed, you changed. You changed so radically I could not recognise the woman I was with.

That golden soul had been corrupted by eternal darkness. The woman I loved had become Madam Satanica.

Now she has gone. Gone after screwing Chris, cards left behind and found by me.

Has she ran to her darkly hidden coffin? To sleep until yet another foolish victim comes along?

Who knows?

All I know, understand is that I was badly abused. My trust betrayed, my love vaporised in the harsh reality of life.

To think I had wept like a madman, unable to comprehend. It will be her turn to weep soon.

As the hounds of Hell track her down. Tear her apart, dissolve both body and soul.

Doom her to eternal oblivion. Madam Satanica must never tread the Earth again. She must never pollute the air we breathe.

This good universe must be purged of her foul stench forever.

Only evil lives in her soul now. A dark eternal evil, erupted from a place darker than the bowels of perdition.

I hope she screams when the hounds arrive. Black with snarling dripping teeth, red eyes blazing, as coals blaze in a raging fire.

The collector of memories, of souls shalt be no more.

I may be damaged, holed below the waterline, but I got away lightly.

My soul remains pure, protected, from the evil that I encountered.
Sleep well this day, Madam Satanica. The hounds of Hell are close now.

Your doom approaches.