The Villainess’s Villanelle

by Alastair Nelson

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Beware her beauty, the lovely Temptress.

Her seductive stare seeps forth to ensnare:

Promising primal poetry, delivering only distress.

Vampiric Vixen, sly curves and finesse, in a little black dress.

Hypnotic hips and poison lips, strategically styled hair.

Beware her beauty, the lovely Temptress.

Her siren’s song sings sweet death, nothing less.

The fairer sex, you say? Sexy, she won’t play fair:

Promising primal poetry, delivering only distress.

She’ll bat a lash and swipe your cash – yet still, you’ll acquiesce.

Through and through a femme fatale, this fiend without a care.

Beware her beauty, the lovely Temptress.

She weaves a spell, the sorceress. Lonely fools, they coalesce.

Some will die as she bleeds them dry then drowns them in despair.

Promising primal poetry, delivering only distress.

Sweet music to our enchantress when you utter, “yes”.

So, as she manifests, only partially dressed, engage you do not dare!

Beware her beauty, the lovely Temptress.

Promising primal poetry, delivering only distress.