The Lure Poem by Besa Dede

T'is the calm before the storm.
The seas of my tormented soul
are brewing with corrupted thoughts.
Creating waves of uncertainty underneath my core.
A wind of change is in the air,
Imbued in a cacophony of licentious dreams-desires.
While dark shadows drunkenly waddle, degenerated in impurity.
The sleepy Kraken within me stirs arduous waters,
Which bear anguished frustrations
within this woeful, ghastly soul of mine…
Henceforth she comes; emerging from the darkness.
Lilith the evil, Lilith the wicked! Lilith the beautiful!
Playfully unveiling her self-regard.
She doesn't care; she doesn't want to adhere to norms.
Lilith the demon, the vicious enchantress
Weaves her shameless charms;
Wrapping her lustful breath around me,
Her reverberating laughter intoxicating my enthused senses.
And
I am lost.
Fervently scorched by the glamour of her sin.
Smitten, taken by her lustful grin.
Did it have to come to this?
Should it have come to this?
…
But, it did.

3/24/2023