Her eyes are dark,

Her lips are full,

Her hair flows down her shoulders.

 

She’s on the prowl,

for a victim to snare.

The more vulnerable the better.

 

She uses words to catch her prey,

They sound so innocent, so sad.

Who can resist those entrancing notes

Of a little girl so hurt.

 

He was weak.

He was taken in.

The next victim in her love.

 

I tried to help,

I did my best.

To pull him from her lair.

 

But it was too late.

I lost him to her spell.