Year
Siren
Wrapped in the song of the Siren—
“Dance, dance where the water falls,
Where the rhythm of the night
Enchains a chiseled beat,
Sleep now, and never leave behind my island.”
Assassin
Stiletto wearing night assassin
Stalks her victim, looking to incite
In him the throes of passion sweet,
In fitful pulsing through the walls
Until he drops, with face left ashen.
Blood Lust
Taut lips in sullen red,
Flowing fabrics taunting nighttime streets,
Disdaining craven men their vulgar calls,
There’s only one she seeks to bite—
To cap her lust, to leave him dead.
Scream
Tea pot soon to split with steam,
She grabs his tie in vicious thralls,
She cannot, will not—there is no flight;
Their violent thrusts a feast to eat,
And nothing’s left—a final scream.
Written for today's dVersePoet's prompt, hosted by David James. This work follows his Karousel form (rhyme scheme: abcda / ecdbe / fdbcf / gbcdg, no set metrical pattern).