Such an aching tooth
With a glamorous garment
Nicely suited in lust
She lure her prey
Like a chick after a corn tray

An elusive world of fantasy
Prospect of a destiny she presents
The skies coloured in blue, blues.
Impossible to tell of the end
Thoughts of such quickly dismissed
In fear, so to happen.

How many heart hast thou broken,
How many graves hast thou open?
The lives you have taken
How many more will you
The glorious exit of the saint;
The delight of Romeo to bow out,
The maker someday all deed shall judge.