Tale of False Image of the Beautiful Temptress

Tale Of False Image Of The Beautiful Temptress In her allure, a furtive glaze her eyes, seductive ways beckoning back receptive gaze, revealing beauty pays. She set the stage, spreading her feast enchanting there, a coming hope in her dark heart, a fearsome beast, hidden beyond life's horoscope. The rancid world, its ebbing tides its tempting sweets, its dark holding powers, hatreds it hides, its wicked ways, savage and stark. She born of black, her heart so cold revealed a sad past of princess into slavery sold, lies setting heart aghast. In her deep thoughts, victim's demise in her breast, blades of hate from life's truth, word to the wise, halt, it may be too late. Her closest friend, soft moonlit glows casting light, pale in shades to better hide vindictive blows, to sink in angry blades. Out loud she laughs, while strolling away another one sent deep as world and wicked temptress play, whilst unsuspecting sleep. Robert J. Lindley, 7-18-2020 Rhyme, ( Poetic verse, a few words to the wise )