Her eyes glowing green with devilish gleam Tilting her head obeying master’s calls Beware her stare cuts like a laser beam Her thick raven hair around her face falls
She howls like the wind on a stormy night Prowling the dark shadows on the back streets Drifting like a ghost in and out of sight Desires a mans soul like a cut of meat
Utter her name will cause such fear to rise So evil her ways are hard to believe What only a lonely heart can surmise Many men of the night she will deceive
So when you go out on a one-night fling Take greatest care to know what she might bring
There's a whole underworld of humanity just under the veneer of civilization lurking, menacing, and waiting to devour its next victim. Funny how we always think of the most diabolical people as male models...but are they? There's nothing like stirring a little controvery on the corner...but actually i was attemtemting to give cannine propeties to a street urchin like woman in this poem. What is poetry without a little exploration?
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusMar 14, 2012
i love the world play on 'Lucifer', lol, very nicely penned dear poet, you touched on a sore point that tempts many a lonely heart and causes so much pain, alas...
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