Is her sorcery.
She is a vision of scarlet perfection.
'The voice of a siren,'
She entices them.
Tempting them to relish her presence,
As the devil tempted Eve in the Garden.
Twilight becomes dusk,
Dusk becomes nightfall,
Another man has sullied himself
In the eyes of the lioness.
She leads a different man to her
by just the sound of her voice.
Expectations are high,
Though never met,
Replaced by the precise slice
Of an unsuspecting carotid.
She never gives them what they want,
But what they deserve.
Only she emerges.
A smirk dancing along her red-painted lips.
She stalks for the next,