Tools of Temptation

Read what you will out of this. My hope is that is sends out some sort of mysterious feel.

Her eyes pierce the night,

As her cheeks absorb the moonlight,


Silence takes over,

Serenity seeks a soul,

A place to call home,


But this opportunity is broken,

At the introduction of a token,

A token of revenge,

Of pure boiling hate,


Her head turns,

The trees lurch,

Her face is clear,
 
Releasing and creating fear,


Nose upturned in a snobbish laughter,

She devilishly asks, "What's the matter?",


It only takes one look,

And thoughts turn crooked,


One touch,

 And the soul becomes wicked,


One smell,

 And the mind becomes sickened,


Oh, those rosy red lips,

They sing and they smile,

Stealing innocence all the while,


Listen closely,

The words sting,

Swinging and never missing.

 

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Reviews

[Dream Weaver]

This is very well written, Flowing like a retro horror classic.
Imagery creates a fabulous tale...Nice ink....