Her Deception

HER DECEPTION Her look of innocence, yet there is no sweeter a poison Jealousy beholds her; a malice within her none avoiding She is of the black stuff, never fears her JuJu, reversing Days and nights so spent on her black magic rehearsing Honest white warriors; are easily drowned by her deceit “Cause her lost soul was born to this world; incomplete She will sweet out your secrets then she is off to betray Whilst; spreading falsehoods, on to others she will relay No child will save her, just like I, her time will be allotted Her death as mine, is sorely written, it has been plotted This warrior has one final weapon greater than a sword Before I lose this life battle and, give up my mortal cord Justice shall be served, for each of us it will be the same As once I, you will have no other than yourself to blame Indiana Shaw . . . (-_-) “Cor, don’t you just like the deep stuff” . . . ; )