Femme Fatale
I found my soul a mile away from where I left it last,
it lay in shreds on a bed of thorns to where it had been cast.
And no amount of golden thread could fashion it back together,
so, soul-less I must wander now these barren lands forever.
Along with it you took my heart and cast this too asunder,
leaving me bereft of feelings and little else to plunder.
But yet still you wanted more and robbed me of my pride,
and watched and laughed as tenderness and love inside me died.
One last act of selfishness from my head you plucked my eyes,
so I would never see love again, at least in female guise.
Twisting your heels into my dignity, you laughed and walked away,
leaving behind the corpse of a man you had, then flushed away.
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