Priestess of Demise Part 2

Last night, during my security post, I entertained the thought of writing part 2 of P of D. So I did, and here it is:

A victim of her future
Prances through the murky avenue
Spotting her compelling flesh
Being lured by her spell
Under the guise of a maiden
Her plan is in fruition
In the lair of abomination
Cold death emerges from every crevice
A touch of bliss brings him closer
Radiant energy springing forward
Embracing her demonic warmth
Her touch envelopes his nakedness
A sudden grasp of fear overpowers
Madness destroys his spirit
Pains of abolition defiles his soul
Blood drains from his arteries
She reaches out with cold steel
His skin peels from his flesh
In the midst of suffering
She engages a final blow to his heart
Consuming the leftover flesh
Her needs are satisfied
Until she needeth again