Eyes of fire, heart of ice
don’t expect her to be nice
she will tear you limb from limb
waspish waist, long and slim
dagger nails, thin hands
she has something planned
lengthy legs, high shoes
she will walk right over you
long hair, polished ebony
daggers with hilts bony
cruel face, strong jaw
kills without law
mean mind, no sense of time
run when you hear the clock chime
she hunts through the night
not even her shadow in sight
sharpens her blade
chases to the glade
she digs your grave
there is none who can be saved
from her wrath
so keep to the path
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySome sappy and sad poems I write. I have a few happy ones, but I write to get out the bad stuff.
