The Tempest by Malcolm Lewis

The Tempest

She walks like a storm in stilettos,
A lady draped in lavish,
Tempting with the shimmer of her satin smile,
Diamond eyes that cut like glass,
And a heart colder than the winter’s breath.

She lures you in, velvet ropes of her embrace,
Her beauty, a spell wrapped in designer lace.
But don’t be fooled by the softness in her sway,
For behind those painted lips lies decay.

She’s got a taste for possession,
And a hunger that gnaws at her soul.
A whisper turns into obsession,
When rejection leaves her out in the cold.

You thought you were safe,
But safety’s a lie when she’s near.
She’s the destroyer of dreams,
A stalker who thrives on fear.

She’ll haunt you in the dark of night,
Shadows dancing under her command.
Like a tempest that rages without rest,
She’ll tear apart your world, strand by strand.

You see, she can’t handle "no",
It stings, it burns, it wrecks her core.
Her evil heart can’t let you go,
Until you’re nothing, she’ll demand more.

Her looks may tempt,
Her life may glow,
But within her, a storm will grow,
A fury you’ve never known.

The Tempest, they call her.
Beautiful, yet bound to destroy.
In her storm, you’re a fleeting joy.
Once she’s done, you’re just a toy.

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