The Femme Fatale
For her, it was a cinch to tantalize
each man who let his gaze rest on her face.
With honey-colored hair and almond eyes,
she’d catch most men’s attention anyplace!
The brightness of her smile was a facade,
which any man caught up with her would soon
discover! Oh, she was a ruthless fraud
whose soul was more the dark side of the moon!
At first she would enrapture -then in time,
bewilder each poor sap she’d taken in.
To cause fallacious dreams is not a crime,
but what she did to those men was a sin.
So curious were they to get to know
that femme fatale that foolishily they took
the plunge into her vortex with its flow
of endless greed – like fish caught on her hook.
She’d take those fish – the men that she’d suck dry -
eviscerate them, and when she was done,
just toss them to the dirt – her grand goodbye!
Their trail, once scarlet, faded in the sun.
June 28, 2018 for John Hamilton's Eight Word Challenge-7 Poetry Contest
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