The witch priestess is a glimpse of death.
Her body pierced my eyes with sorrow. Her sexy curvaceous figure brought pain to it's knees. Her eyes resembled winter at it's coldest moments. She stood in a puddle of blood, the blood dripped down her fingers and rolled off her cheeks down her chin, onto the floor. Her blades were sharper than razors. She was barely clothed, when I looked into her eyes, I saw my life flash before me. She could kill you with her words. She was a creature of lust, denizen of men. Her touch made me shiver.