Declan Barwell

Lady Temptation

Temptation rears her
beautiful head.
She hides behind the
rosy pink mask
Her golden hair
curling around her face
like smog to a cliff.

Lest one should give
themselves to this beast
let them not forget,
her traded an angel
for a monster.

Yet her claws seem cut
her manner is tame,
why not should one
allow those nightshade lips
deliver a kiss?

For if he walk
the road travel'd oft
let his name be scrib'd
on a tombstone thus
and his body laid to rest.

For temptaion
is herself, a curse
a plague upon man, ...