Lucy Fur
A sultry thief of desperate souls,
A devilish harlot in disguise.
Hoarder of damaged and broken hearts,
Picking up remnants of loves demise.
Across a flawless, unblemished face,
Lips curl, a wry smile begins to form.
A vulture of the vulnerable,
A red rose with invisible thorns.
Eerie elegies luring innocent souls,
A siren's laughter invokes madness.
Chaos descends upon the willing,
Naive hearts crumble under duress.
As the revealing sun shines brightly,
Clear light helps true intentions unfold,
Evil lies underneath the white veil,
Tragic stories of love left untold.
Copyright © Mest Kiphen | Year Posted 2013
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