She

She is a tease, she is a witch,
She is a tempter of all things;
She is a siren, damning men
With the demands and pleas she sings.
She is a captor of men's souls,
Sending as many on their way to hell
As she possibly can; yet they have no proof
And all but the tortured think she means well.
She takes men's hearts and claims their minds
All for the sake of her game;
She slinks around causing desire,
This fear-worthy, toying dame.
She is not an unnatural creature,
Not an elf, Harpy, or fae;
She merely uses others for fun,
Especially the men for her play. 
Yet they would trade her for all they have earned,
Lustful men all alike and striving
To make their bed at her side,
This imaginary harlot conniving
To take what she can and damn the rest
No matter the possible cost;
For she has no concern for her lesser man,
His sanity no great loss.
She finds them all but amusement and pleasure,
Wanting not but to keep them coming;
She is not a cruel, malicious being-
She is, rather, woman.