The Succubus

She's the kind of girl you know is trouble but can't resist.

 

Pretentious beauty
Scarred
Hard heart
Social illiteracy-
Literally.

Foggy cage
Cushions her brain
Touched just a tad enough
to be fashionably insane.

Boorish praise from
silverback gentry
Kneel!
Her wish is their command.

Devilish eyes
Flaming
 Burning bright
 mischievous and mendacious-
Mortal she is not.

Man is
damned
Man is
doomed
When her presence enters a room.

Reviews

[Deepshikha]

Love your word choice! Man, this is such a dark and mysterious poem. Love it. :D

[Jen]

This poem is amazing. You captured the very nature of this mysterious, or maybe not so mysterious, woman in a few short words. Well done.

[Skelasoldier]

Nice, perfect words that seemed to be made for the flow of this poem, keep up the good work :D

Wow. I love this look at seemingly-perfect girls. Sort of with the medival language-I like this. Keep it up.