by Nick Gisburne
The deadliest of females is my friend
She burrows through the blood with but a glance
A dream of darkness, evil without end
She fascinates the foolish as they dance
A silver serpent writhes around a wrist
Her fingers flash with knives of stone and steel
A kiss, a crush of burning midnight mist
Compels the strong, the weak, the lost, to kneel
She strips the spirit, severed at a stroke
The mortal meat destroyed, discarded, doomed
The smears of ash and cinders, laced with smoke
Are footprints of a feast, a soul consumed
We meet at dawn, beyond the reach of night
She’s quite a lovely lady in the light
