In shadows deep where whispers thrum,
There lies a temptress, dark and glum.
With fiery eyes and silent trace,
A sultry vixen, veiled in smoke.

She dances 'round, a deadly cloak,
Drawing in souls, they can't deny.
A spellbinding charm, a grip of gold,
Entrancing all who dare to stare.

Her lips, a poison, sweet and rare,
Entrancing all who dare to stare.
With every kiss, she steals the light,
Her embrace, a velvet night.

She whispers secrets, soft and low,
A melody of pleasure's woe.
For in her arms, lies only hell,
And keep your soul from being beguiled.
© Joealan