The Kiss of Death was on Her Breath
The kiss of death was on her breath
But passion danced in her eyes
She beguiled them all into the fall
With her honey dripping lies.
One touch, one kiss, was all it took
For each to meet his end
And to the depths of hell each one
Their soul would fast descend.
Her laughter, choked with acid hate,
Would fill the darkened night
As she would hunt for wandering souls
To pull from the flickering light
Those wandering, lost at the edge of truth
No longer steady and sure
With a whisper from her lying tongue
Would easily be lured.
And all too late those poor souls found
Their fate was sealed,
Their life was lost,
And they were buried in the ground.
© jkim_moore 2013
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