The Spirit Of Jezebel Poem by Patricia Kelley

She was looking for a place to call home.
I gave her a home.
Then she wanted my name.
I gave her my name.
Then she wanted my soul.
And I said No!
Then she started playing a mind game.
But she didn't know that I recognized her Spirit Name.
It was Jezebel up to her old games.
Still Jezebel after all of these years feels no shame.
She enters into the broken and lame.
And there Jezebel finds a tormented empty home filling her home with 7 more demons.
Jezebel knows them all by name.
She calls them all out by name.
Come, she says to the killer torment until she breaks. Then she calls on the liar, and fills her tongue with fire.
Then she calls on deceit, and deceives all of those around her.
And then she calls on seduction to seduce those with charm.She wraps them all like wrapping paper around her ailing crippled arm. Then she calls on jealousy from her broken and wounded heart. And she walks through tearing and ripping the clothes that she feels like they don't deserve. She walks through the home taking what she wants for reserve.
Only the pure of heart can see through her.
She rips through with one mission to kill, steal and destroy. She plays people like they're alost toy. She barges in uninvited. But her unwelcome presence is always sighted. She leaves a trail of plunder behind her. Her vile presence quakes like angry thunder.
And then she walks into the next home with a smile and a new profile.