Mephistophelian Seductress (Free verse) by SupremeDreamer
The devil dances
here in the nights heat;
the withered man who feels that
he is still a boy, accepts defeat and
comes to understand that whatever evolves
never remains ordered and neat.
She was quick, sly,
could spot the perfect moment,
speak quick and turn his mouth dry;
an orphic demon, she dances here
in the nights heat, seduction eliciting fear--
his slight tremble followed by her demure chuckle.
Shaken and untangled, his frame of mind
remained mangled but at peace; she was kind
but candid, but he never liked the timid ones anyway--
those are the women who had nothing of value to say.
They clung to fraudulent innocence--
but she danced, hungry and wild,
here in the nights heat, a devil controlling the fire
letting the flames burn and inspire, unveiling desire that he
could no longer keep hidden during his morbid retroversion...
And so her steps serve to guide his despaired exodus
from morbid eden to the drunken depths of hell-- satans night sky
was cremated, cold, but dazzling, surreal in violence and so golden.
Sin had never before been so blissful, oddly complete and
till she, my Byzantine devil, danced savagely in its unrighteous heat.
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