And her name is...

She lies waiting
In morbid shadows cast
Tucked away from prying eyes
she plots her sordid trap.

Like a thief in the night
striking without warning, without restrain
collecting shards of broken hearts
pieces from whence they lay.

She rears back her mighty bow
an arrow straight and true
so stealth stands the hunter
her mark the faint, the mild, the meek.

So she strums the strings of her harp
lamenting in a sweet sultry song
dressed in a cloak of tenderness
she never declares her intent.

Known by many...
only really tasted by but a few
intoxicated within her scent
like a finger leading and pulling.

She whispers sweet nothings
to each willing ear
in acknowledge seeking
like a huntress stalking her pray

Coddled in warmth
her promise never as it seems.
Down with the devil, down with the saint
before her trap, you are entangled

A fair maiden dressed
in a slippery gown of harmony
twisted between others
boiling her concoction soon to spew

She does not try to beguile
or masquerade in renounce.
To all who cross her path
without deceit her name she kindly shares

Known by many...
only really tasted by but a few
intoxicated within her scent
like a finger leading and pulling.

And her name is love....

Reviews

[IComeAnon]

Very well done. I was waiting for some former love's name at the end and it just be one great slap to the face, but this was much better. Cold and sad but happy in it's on strange way.

[Deviant Works]

Love... Gosh, InkSlinger. I would have never anticipated this ending and yet it makes absolute sense.

"Known by many...
only really tasted by but a few"

These words could not be more true, a sad reality. Another incredible piece.

[SpokenWord]

Love sounds deadly but yet inviting. At first I thought she was a femfatal It was an interesting way to describe love. I like your approach and how you painted this picture.