.
Monster
She leans towards you slowly, every move
Designed to excite and terrify.
Time seems to have amplified
The inherent sensuality you
Remember from your youth,
And it's clear you are no
More immune to it now
Than you were then.
Black eyes glint under hooded lids, blooded lips
Quirk in a knowing, triumphant smirk;
She knows the power she holds over you,
The power she has always held over you.
There is crazed intelligence
In her charcoal depths,
And you wonder if her image
Wasn't fabricated.
The world knows her as a ruthless killer—a monster
Who tortures innocent souls for perceived
Impurity—but you, you can't help
But see her as a seasoned warrior
Fighting for the wrong cause.
She would make an invaluable ally,
If only you could
Move.
