A Witch - Poem by dukesekhon sekhon
La belle sans mercy hath thee enthrall.
“ Keats ’’
Oh, she is an angle, she is a witch!
She can slay thee with a smile,
She could beguile with occult trick.
Her hair is raven, the mouth petulant;
Who doth caress her tresses,
Kiss her lips, doth repent.
She is a feigning sorceress, who with her dainty
Imagery casts visions of heavenly bliss
To destroy but with devilish pleasantry.
Take heed! Shun her charm;
Distrust her enchanting smile;
Ignore the come-hither glance, her baiting cajolery.
O beware her net cast sure and wide
To enslaver and imperil
The innocent and the unwise,
Who strive to seek her out,
To love and cherish till eternity.
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