Arno Le Roux

Veteran Poet - 1,167 Points (11 December 1970 / Pretoria)

Angel Of War - Poem by Arno Le Roux

'Angel Of War'

It's never the satin red that swung as she ascended their stair
Not the clutch bag's swing as she felt her guests over stare
What heads turn make is how she moved around with care
She oozed grace and could as well gone bare
Wore a smile a mighty magnet and made all aware

That demanded all attention in the dim candlelight
Turned again and pulled woman closer to delight
Her form a drug still even though not anymore at eight
Girlfriend's held on their lovers with grips ever tight
Head again back as she flicked black hair out of sight

But her guests all asleep in different rooms breathing deep
How all were summoned to these wet stairs going steep?
She sounded loud trumpets but none heard a beep
Did her magic anonymously as she closer sneaked
It was her turn to wake them into the world of sleep

Arno Le Roux 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: war and peace

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