Vixen of the Night

You are smoke and mirrors.

Your glares catch my eye,

A shattered mirror. Sharp. Distorted.

The evil spills through your soul,

Bitter sweet upon your lashes,

A curse upon your brows.

A smile slithers though your lips,

Teasing. Temping. Threatening.

Terrors of the night tuck you in,

Comfort, soothe, and praise you.

Your skin crawls, your mind plots.

Eyes criticize, eyes critique

Tearing down to build you. 

Aura as dark, comforting as night.

Smoke with every step you take,

Rising around your pose.

Internal envy. Eternal envy.

Withhold and spilling every thought.

Thoughts of venom. Words of venom.

Don't crack. Don't show. No light.
Embers burn away your heart,

Flames contort your mind,

Simmer down angel of the dark

Before you go up in smoke.