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 )
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2020
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