Creative Writing Poem by Pia's Poems

An eloquent girl of seemingly youthful intentions slips through a shrouded door.
A ma with obvious dalliance,
Yet hardly egotistic,
Slowly peruses her from afar.

The mirth of the party rings luminously through the halls,
Though it ends at the room when the young beauty resides.
A profound silence seemed to resonate from her aura,
Shockingly cold.

Though she is a misanthrope,
Her decadence has grown over the years.
Though her lithe has never faltered,
Centauries she has wondered.

The intoxicated male stumbles after the stunningly sadistic female,
She has beome the seamstress of his near immediate fate.
And her intentions may seem absolutely pure at first glace,
But they are nothing even similar to those people suspect.

She lures him in,
He is a sycophant so her efforts seem almost needless.
She smiles complacently as he approaches in lust,
His lecherous hands reach for her waist.

As he has his last dance,
And lustfully runs his hands down her opulent figure.
She gently slips her delicate fangs into his appetizing nape,
Then leaves him to putrefy in his final decision made out of lust and alcoholism.