Lady Thorne

With beauty and grace she walks through the place

With her chin tilted up to the sky

With cunning and skill she goes for the kill

When she spots who she wants by her side

She's tender and sweet, her body a treat

Her pleasures she's willing to give

Her temper is sharp, it'll rip him apart

And she'll bend him to her every will

Her skin is like silk, as creamy as milk

A finer lady the god's never made

Her looks are a trap, for the poor sorry chap

Will soon find that her tongue is a blade

Man, are you crazy! Look at the lady!

She's stunningly lovely and warm

Oh my good friend you must look again

For you see the rose not the Thorne

Reviews

[Michael G.]

I enjoyed reading this poem.
It flows very well and had me interested all the way through.
The content is consistent throughout.
A very good piece.

[Caitlin Lea]

Very interesting. The final stanza has a lot of power, with the "Thorne/thorn" wordplay.

One grammar nitpick: "gods" doesn't need an apostrophy. It's plural, not possessive.

Good poem!