The Temptress

Wandering astray from the celestial region,
Her melancholy spirit, like a Cimmerian,
now dwell in a realm of perpetual darkness
engulfed in an overwhelming gloom.

Through a cascade of entangled web of tresses
She peers with a mysterious gaze
like a melancholy moon through foreboding clouds.

A gaze which is both unsettling and bewitching,
At once lively and fatal
like myriad stars scattered across the firmament—
Magnificent, yet unable to illuminate the world.

Eyes tell many a tale, like a lovelorn lover’s sigh
beholding me with a constant eye and rues my heart.

She has an innocent face but a killer instinct,
She spins a deceiving silken web
of the black widow—
Only true love is fated to set her free.

She enchants me with her sensuality,
Ethereally elegant with beguiling face--
I am awed by her finesse, poise and grace
beyond mortal beauty and radiance,
enthralling magnificence and elegance.

By and by she reels me in
By and by I die a thousand deaths.