And she spead into hell
upon a trobbing Harley shouting
"I have such sites to show you all,"
and as she parked her rode hungery bike
she saw what she had come for,
HIM.
His throne made from the skulls of the innocent
and his wings of the blood shed from a thousand battles.
There eye's met and all screamed in terror
"give it to me," she demanded
walking slowly and with determination towards his person,
"why should I?" The growl floored every walking creature.
And as the smiles widened, arms outstreached it was finally compleat.
"Welcome home, we have missed you these past decades,"
and as she took her rightful place among the filth of hell,
she knew in her heart she was finally home.