In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire
Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality
Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional
gusts of wind kissing your back
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-
heartedness, and have no premonition of their effect on
A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you
with algid satisfaction, as in her sinister mind, you
become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the altar
of her own lust.
Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied
fiend waving through her gaze. Being a virtuoso of deceit
and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of
From what is happening in your mind.
She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh.
She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance.