Don't Play with Fire

Those who play with fire, always get burned.

A broken heart,

and tattered wings,

poor little girl,

never to sing.

A voice of angels,

stripped from her throat,

But arrogant she was,

always having to gloat.

A beauty so vain,

others were blinded,

They could not see,

The evil she resided.

The ice in her heart,

to others was not there,

Fooled she had them,

by her haunting stare.

Eyes as cold and blank

as newly purchased paper,

Even so in her arms,

Child and man alike felt safer.

Lips as red

as freshly shed blood,

Hatred as thick,

as a puddle of mud.

No one took notice,

to her unfufilled lies,

She had them lost

in her azure  eyes.

Her guile treachery,

overlooked by her slaves,

those of all who,

worshipped her name.

Skin so pale,

yet stony and hard,

Yet to the people she was,

a moon among stars. 

The mutiny of a woman,

has no greater affect,

Though no one realizes,

for they see her as perfect.

Warned of evil,

blinded by love,

a demon of hell,

or angel from above?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To those who’s vision,

is permanently impaired,

They continue to believe,

She has always cared.

You may give it awhile,

this lesson will never be learned,

When you play with fire,

you always get burned.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

I like how the ending pulls everything together.

[revenant21]

holy crapp!!!!! I freaking love this poem, nice work, Tori, very nice work indeed. Wonderful rhyming and everything......BravvO!!!!

[Sean M. Addams]

wow!!! this was a very cool piece ..liked the detail and imagery in this alot... very creey and dark... overall i thought this was a very impressive write ..nice work!!!