Stoned Sister~ Poem by Theodora (Theo) Onken

Blistering heat courted her daily
Long through the bowels of Hell
Driven by obsessive urges, stinging
She, looking quite unwell;
Delicious lovely of an earlier era
Courting disaster come what may
Her indiscretion 'twas only a trifle
But, it edged her conscience into play;
The question was always Heaven or Hell
Hedonist of habitual intemperance -profane
Her ghosts Of yesteryear oft' visit
Incising her brain into insane;
Conquests were merely an assurance
To prove she could be loved alone
No merit besides her beauty
Who would have guessed she'd turn to stone?
Monolith of the year 2012
Seduced by a poetry man one last time
Drawn in for publicity-she was used
Being naive-her only crime;