Satan’s Bride
The bride of Satan, dressed in white lace,
Covered neck, arms, wrist, and breast,
But her ‘come hither’ looks abound on her face,
Where her Blue sultry eyes twinkle and rest
On her next victim, whose naivety
Dumps them on a crest of eternal
Damnation, as she pouts her way
Into susceptible hearts that are flug into a stall
Of manure adored rest filled with the plague
Of depression’s harbor, as she seduces
Without rest, all those having an affinity to renege
On a contract, signed in blood, that produces
Regret of lost souls, pride, arrogance
As they imbibe of her nectar, and believe
Her spiel sermon of drivel, convince
Victims with her extraordinary beauty to leave
Them panting, unthinking, as they sign
On the dotted line unthinking of their living line.
©️Malak Kalmoni Chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms including Amazon. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 