Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Beauty most dark

She was beautiful
But dangerous
Her looks would cut
Her voice would bite
She was alluring and yet
I feared her
For she offered me
All I wanted and
All that I might
Her eyes were stunning
Her body perfect
Her perfume made my ardor stir
But she was not my lover
But rather a temptress
Who made me burn
She drank the blood of the fallen
Supped upon the flesh of saints
Attacked the morals of all men
Desired us all to turn

Revelations 17,18