Beauty in her possession;
Is a power no mortal or god can wield,
She demands obsession;
From her stare no one can shield,
As she takes and consumes man's soul;
With a touch proves his demise,
A whisper his death's toll;
A stare eclipsing the sunrise,
This power she bares to all;
Unbeknownst to her and yet,
From winter to fall;
From the morning until sunset
All those around her; prisoners become;
Subdued by her charms,
All are taken captive; spared are none,
No warning; no alarms;
This is her virtue,
Spilt forth from her smile;
And little is left to go through and sift,
Of this carnage seen mile after mile;
As she continues wielding her beauty,
Hypnotic; entrancing; a call of duty...
© okpoet
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
Beauty in her possession;
Is a power no mortal or god can wield,
She demands obsession;
From her stare no one can shield,
As she takes and consumes man's soul;
With a touch proves his demise,
A whisper his death's toll;
A stare eclipsing the sunrise,
This power she bares to all;
Unbeknownst to her and yet,
From winter to fall;
From the morning until sunset
All those around her; prisoners become;
Subdued by her charms,
All are taken captive; spared are none,
No warning; no alarms;
This is her virtue,
Spilt forth from her smile;
And little is left to go through and sift,
Of this carnage seen mile after mile;
As she continues wielding her beauty,
Hypnotic; entrancing; a call of duty...
© okpoet
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