Visions Poem by Louise Walker

She layed there staring into nothingness.

She picked out the figueres,
That caught her evil eye.

Her mind told her to do it.
Her heart not to.
But then it was lit.

She stared at the flame,
All fiery and rough.
Would she ever do it
Or was it just a bluff?

The words escaped her mind
And flew far far away an
Once alone she was again
With her weapons of destruction.
This was an art of strong seduction.