She's truely blossomed,
Into a beautiful flower.
The fire in her eyes,
Is meant to devour.
Men from all across the sea,
That face would surely,
Torture thee.
Antagonistic she is,
So they'd better obey.
They dont know her beauty,
Has lead them astray.
On a winding road,
With full cherry trees.
Never to realize,
She isn't what he sees.
Love it. Reminds me of someone I know who does actually dazzle you with her beauty then rips out your heart. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounds slightly similar to My Succubus maybe not as dark but certainly as most of the woman in my life. Nice write.