Mark this is ALL your fault!

(if you have a problem with graphic, don't read this)

Hell Awaits Thee Iron Maiden

She wed him on the morn' that the angel's do scorn, the morn' of Hallow's Eve.
Little did he know the plague her mind had stowed, her mind's conceived atrocity.
She knew the chamber horrors and the secrets that he bore, his haunted mind, his curse.
She flirted with the doctor who secretly sought her, just to quench her alduterous lust.
Then in the night, under pale moonlight their intentions, on high, increased.
And in the heat of passion, a plan of curious fashion into her mind it came, in creeped.
The plan that she had was to drive her husband mad, by drawing her last breath.
The doctor and her could be conjoined together if she could fake an unexpected death.
She unfolded her mind of concious divine to her lover of the night.
He agreed to help her with her plan, not out of love but spite.
With cunning and stealth they began their plan disposing of her life.
Her husband clad in black and tears so bitter in attempts bury his own strife.
He blammed himself for her death, for her sleeping walking spells.
He thought the worst ans cursed his curse to eternal damnation and hell.
And within the walls she stalked the halls, calling out his name.
Filling him with dread, crying, "she's not dead!", her calls drove him insane.
She cackled to the moon from within her tomb as his sanity did slip.
She lead him down to the underground where moisture from the walls did drip.
And with bloodstained nails she rose from the vails of her shrouded, dust covered coffin.
Her silent feet brought horrors new and beat all the reason from within him.
He scraped at the door, crouched on the floor, his whimpers driving her on.
Until she 'peered in the light he screamed out in fright, then nothing, his speech was gone.
She stared at his form against the door and she smiled to herself.
Then from the mirror the doctor did appear and into each others arms they melt.
She burned for his caress as he began to undress her dress black as the night.
She cried out for more not knowing, at the door, her moans brought him back to life.
He rose to his knees, his insanity through his veins began to course.
And her shuddered cries turned to screams of fright, with the Devil rising in force.
They broke apart and in the dark they scrambled to get free.
In his madness he laughed at their fervness cried, "you can't get away from me!"
And as he ran the doctor began to lose his uncharted way.
And through a door where there was no floor he met his final judgement day.
In the next wing she heard his scream and her horror reached new hights.
She slinked against the walls in these chamber walls, trying to keep out of his sight.
Her efforts all in vain he finally abtained her, cowering in the dark.
He advanced with stride, she could not hide, nor calm the beating of her heart.
Drawing very near he whispered in her ear his plan of sweet revenge.
Dragged to her feet her shriekes only meet deaf ears on his concious end.
Her fate soarly sealed as upon her he wealded tourtures unspeakable.
Till his madness was quenched and his hands were drenched with blood uncleansable.
And so this fowl tale truly ends on a nail, the Iron Maiden spikes.
This hallow bin befitted her sin, left her scewered upon the pikes.
And though he died soon by her side by meathod still unknown.
Rumors fly that he gouged out his eyes, begging to be attoned.
And it's also said that's she's still not dead, but breathing within her shell.
Her soul it seems is one long scream that awaits us all in hell.
Maiden, maiden, Iron Maiden awaits us all in hell...