The Dancing Harlot

She kept the vile of cyanide hidden in a locket Suspended between her enticing breasts Seduction was her vanity and her alluring charm Irresistible to men, vexing her calculating mind Causing her to abhor them and invoke a deep hate Triggering an incredulous cool sardonic smile Gathering lovers into her captivating coil To smite them blind with her deadly powder While they are writhing in her wanton bed With an obsidian dagger embedded in their chest The harlot dances intoxicated and warped Murder the aphrodisiac to her blasphemous soul