Oh evil temptress of the night,

 call not unto me.

For wicked are your ways,

and vicious your lies.

You take goodness

and turn it for greed.

And on the soul of man,

 you choose to feed.

Your mouth is full of hate,

your teeth, daggers of evil desire.

With a bat of the eye,

 you lure your prey.

You tease them and taunt them

 with the tricks of the trade.

Until they find themselves

Snared in your wicked web.

They try to run, but it is too late,

For they, through your lies

 have grown weak,

And to your dinner plate

 There souls are laid.

So temptress of the night,

 you might as well go away,

For I have seen you,

 for who you are,

 in the light of day.

 J. Allen Wilson © 2003