Wickedry
(Amazing cover is by the splendid @blackrosedrop )
She tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, smiling softly to the man whom she knew could be trouble. "May I hear one of these works of yours?" Her voice was soft, low, almost inaudible. Her stomach was quivering with a slight fear, but not of the man. Of herself, on how stupid she was. He raised a thick black eyebrow. But, before Aleksandra could excuse her stupid question, the man cleared his throat.
"Under the moon, she stood in the daylight/Above the crowd, she couldn't take flight/Tossing and turning, offering no fight/Blinded, she fixed her tormenter in her line of sight/With no teeth, she gave a nasty bite/In the ending black, she drowned in white/The woman who lived, but alive not quite."
Instead of getting up and leaving after the twisted poem, Aleksandra smiled and wondered just where that came from. "That was a very interesting poem."
Even when he replied, even though his words sent chills down her spine, Aleksandra did not think to leave.
"You'd be the first to leave it at just that, darling."