Temptress Re-Worked
Temptress.
How she pointed her demeaning put-down
Of a finger
How she made thy feel sunken
And insignificant
When she took all power and emotion
To leave thy empty and floating
In the wasteland
Could she ever change from the succubus
We know her to be.
Her all mightiness
She shone down on you
Not, how you wanted
But with a merciless fury.
Where does it come from?
That one can rise above another,
So easily.
Becoming dictatorial, omnipotent
And threatening.
Who is she?
Other then your worst enemy
How to be free
Of the dark cloud
And the women
Who is lost
In the domination.
Copyright © Cindy Fairey | Year Posted 2007
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