Venom droplets spot her violet lips,
Dark eyes faceted like garnets hold her prey,
She glides silently with corrupted grace,
As a spider approaches it's entangled victim,
Aura as subduing as oppressive smoke,
Long locks of alabaster hair sway with her gate,
Standing just before, her gaze deepens,
Like a wild dog ogling it's next meal,
The slightest lilt could be seen in her brow,
And the very tip of her lips curve a cruel smirk,
She does not speak, or make a sound,
As she stoops forward and temps an eye,
The wafting aroma of tobacco and wine,
Her movements fluid and deliberate she leans yet closer,
Her crystalline breath ****** hairs to their feet,
Cool steel in the dark is drawn from her silk sheath dress,
And with alluring seduction her silence is broken,
Feigned vulnerability, and such sweet innocence,
Her words seem a veil blown gently in the breeze,

"My dear, Do you know what comes next"