The Temptress

This turned up in an old box of papers. It has no date on it but I remember where I lived when I wrote it which dates it about 1998. I was playing with the more technical aspects of poetry at the time. I guess this was my attempt at a ballad.

The Temptress 

 

His senses awakened as she sat down,

The light entangled in her golden crown,

In her sparkling sapphires, he let himself drown

When she smiled, when she was near.

Lost for words with a world to say,

He felt all other thoughts slip away,

Only one filled his mind that glorious day,

The day that she was here.

His fingers twitched to touch the face

Of the vision beside him shrouded in lace;

And how his heart began to race

When she whispered in his ear.

What she said we will never know

But to his cheeks it brought a rosy glow.

She swung her leg to and fro

As he finished off his beer.

Hand in hand they walked out the door.

I was left staring at the floor

I knew in my heart I'd see him no more

I knew there was something queer.

I've seen her around once or twice.

How can something so evil look so nice?

And for my friend who paid the price

I shed a gentle tear.