The Devil’s Harlot


“Sin always wounds the sinner.”

Caryll Houselander

There is a whisper that they speak

Of one so lovely, of beauty deep

She who stands with skin so fair

Eyes aglow and silken hair

And so they whisper with much lust

Of soft caress and passion’s touch—

But men are men as men can be

And turn blind eye to what they see

Behind this mask of golden face

There hides a soul of spite and hate

Of venom pure, deceit so foul

Men! Beware of lover’s scowl

There is no goodness to be found

There is no virtue that abounds

The beauty inside is but a wish

The dream of men, a tasty dish—

Oh, men, oh men! Why know they not?

She lies in wait, she spins her plot

And with a savage cold hard hand

She strikes them down, she strikes down men

And sends them to her maker’s feast

Where he dines on tasty treats.



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