She-Devil

Hidden within her mirror
there lies a mischievous & flaky sinner,
waiting for a fashionably late summer dusk.
She sensually molds her long brunette hair
to match a typically breezy sunset air
and then sprays on some perfume to act as musk.

Secreting her venom at every twist and turn,
she journeys her way through her diluted life,
never pausing long enough to discern,
the blatant distinction separating,
things that can only be felt with her pristine & forsaken heart
from those on the surface, overtly seen, simple & definitely not smart.

The She-Devil hurries through the day,
pushing everything, & everyone out of her way,
never faltering in her rigidly decided methods or quests.
She hungrily devours spring’s fragrant virgin flowers,
to poach their youthful beauty, & adorn her lavish showers.

Then she skillfully sways,
To explore life’s tempestuous maze,
whilst the untamed roaring music within her spirit, secretly plays.
Using her potent evil and conniving feminine powers,
she violates poor unsuspecting fellows,
resting in otherwise cleverly hidden, isolated bowers,
Only to toy with their emotions and shatter their hearts
into insignificant little trinkets, made in crafts and arts,
Expendable like “love” is, to us cynical old farts.