Acrostic: Red-light's Beauty

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Acrostic: Red-light Beauty

Radiant: she was a devil with a golden halo; glittering like soft rubies in the sun;

Ensnaring the starving eyes of mortal men with her roguishly innocent ways.

Dealing not with notes, but the lace ridden, hidden alcoves among her lavish form.

Love wasn't a hand she dealt well, but the Siren's seduction is her best card ever played and

I for one ought to know, for I fell into her arms like a sailor does unto a devious mermaid.

Golden were the caves of her eyes but her heart; a fragmented stone too broken to mend.

Her voice too, was saccharine, but the words bitter when she wasn't someone's fantasy disguised--

Torn was my Siren between her love for hedonism and the mayhem that, that love brought upon her life...

Such damnable pleasures her fingers evoked yet untold sorrows her pretentiously provocative eyes had told.

But bitterness and grief becomes her, for even that face she wears with grace and tantalizing lips;

Enmeshing her willing preys amid the tangles of her fake blond locks; she

Attracts men as dead bodies call forth hordes of flies and helpless, they feast upon her succulent skin.

Useless was my naïve love for such a mistress of society's deadly sea of slavery, for

Tempting; she was the sweetest poisonous fruit in town; a coveted toxin to parade around. Beware dear friend;

You'll soon be thirsting for a lick of my Red-light Beauty's venomous loving as well...

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