Her Ah-Lure
In Moonlights’ whisper; where shadows creep,
Haunting the night with a secret deep.
Her beauty hidden; ‘neath a hat quite wide,
“Beware the dance of danger!” elders chide.
Her gown flows; the soft breath of a lover,
The La Diablesse you’ve found – Her.
A Siren’s call; a haunting wail,
Her meal ensnared; without fail.
“Come closer dear traveler; don’t be shy,
For in my arms; lost souls lie.”
The path unwinding, twisted and dark,
Echoes of caution igniting a spark.
Hubris blinding; heart and mind,
Her spell weaves tight, their souls entwined.
Cloven hoof hidden; ‘neath hem,
The mark; of a wicked Gem.
With each step drawn; the Darkness sighs,
With shadows stretched; and reason Dies.
“Linger a while,” her voice oozes sweet,
A nectar laced with deceitful heat.
But once drawn near; a flicker reveals,
The truth behind Beauty – no longer a veil.
