Blood is but a trickle through her veins
A tear but only that it feigns
A look of sorrow the sigh, she had to borrow
To know, in acting hurt she all but reigns
A perk of siren head to draw him in
He melts a waning from within.
Her clever snare: he marries with her hair.
But now the kiss a taste of her cuisine
She in torsion paints a torrid tale See her callous grin upon his wail Be the torture, swallow down the pain His burden gone, no life must he sustain.
Revenge on Man! Her loss of trust had
Wrought an evil girl in lust:
The crafted vintage e’re the thrust
Behind her ill champagne.