Power of the She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys
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R. J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1979
Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars.
Such dark creatures exist parading in human form..
New Note, 3-17-2018 -
How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth,
and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty?
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Power Of The She Vixen That Oft Souls Destroys
Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.
Each victim was a lamb led to slaughter
once thought, no earthly power could halt her.
For her eyes hypnotized and her kiss stole
the power of light in the human soul.
Time did not decay her soft winning smile
deceptive illusion that would beguile.
This truth I now know, I now truly speak
she prayed on we fools and the very weak.
Her touch and lips sealed with a dark kiss
hiding thoughts of that one would dearly miss.
Her admirers would praise her sex appeal,
her next victim would jump aboard with zeal.
Alas! I was such, I make no excuse
pray I, these revelations are some use.
Lone survivor of her destroying ways
I sit alone awaiting final days.
If should you met beauty that so allures
know its curse, from which there are no cures.
Never allow its touch, deadly kiss
open your eyes and hear its snakelike hiss.
Writing now but nightmares tonight shall come
tho freed, I still hear its banging loud drum.
She, appearing in that beautiful guise
to deceive even worldly, and the wise.
Silk sheets graced her sweet, welcoming night bed
promised relief from pain, sorrow and dread.
With such treasure offered truth becomes blind
dark powered beauty that corrupts the mind.
R. J. Lindley,
April 9th, 1979
Note- Escaped but not without deep and painful scars.
Such dark creatures exist parading in human form..
New Note, 3-17-2018 -
How many survive? How many look back and see the perils of youth,
and its love of danger, mysterious and oft deadly beauty?
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2018
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