She In The Mist

Her gowns flow as a spider's web
White misty robes of luxurious thread
The softened features of her face
Light of frame this ghost of grace

Silver eyes cast a noble stare
Shards of frost under raven hair
Chiseled features carved in stone
Pale and bleached as sun on bone

Soft pillowed lips hold sweetened glaze
To set man's credulous heart ablaze
Enticing hands gifted in touch
A tease of intrigue becomes too much

A silver chain surrounds her wrist
As if a beacon in the mist
She knows the hearts and wants of men
And waits for freedom from her den

When first their eyes are cast on she
Morality demands they flee
They've seen her a thousand times or more
Her pleasures more persistent than before

Her smile makes one's resolve grow weak
Paralyzed and unable to speak
And while she baits them with her charms
Like zombies they rush to her arms

Now once ensnared they soon forget
To fight their way from fervor's net
The more they want the more she'll give
Until she's drained their will to live

When first it seems folly to resist
Beware the danger in the mist
Upon her chain the names in list
Those who fall prey to Temptation's kiss