Witchcraft
She'll use their hunger, innocence performed
And pour hemlock in heart's chalice, who care
Kiss with poisoned lips from a witch transformed
Weaving honeyed gifts freely used, she'll snare
With scents and silks, hiding her hate's desire
Revenge for pain, by words sweetly spoken
Sinister plot spun, for men who aspire
Vessels of love , to be disposed when broken
A devils heart with sweet fruit as her ploy
Talons strike deep with their sharpened shaft
Appears an Angel, a cold trap so coy
Boiling men up, completes her witchcraft
Contest ABAB Poetry contest
8/4/14
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