Dark, Fantasy, Freestyle, Poetry, Writing

Tainted Seduction

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The seductive siren awaits, 

A finger curled, beckoning forward

Like a moth to the brightest flame, 

You foolishly flock, 

Not realizing the fatal mistake made

Until it’s already too late

Eyes glazed with abject lust, 

Effortlessly, you become prey

Falling into a trap self-made, 

No mere prayer can save 

Your tainted soul now

© 2 October 2019, by Haley Scully

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