In her hair dance the bones of Kings and heroes, no more than trinkets now.
In her eyes lay the pleasures of all the world. Her voice speaks beautifully of what we all want, or believe we deserve. Her lips are poison, the kind that many taste.
Her poison doesn’t kill swiftly, it gets deep inside of you and takes root, slowly working it’s way over time, years perhaps.
Her breasts hold no sustenance, only the milk of sin. Between her thighs lie the gates of hell, and the heat that burns within.
She takes the girls and makes empty promises, spinning tales of what they can achieve, and of how they can be her sisters, if they say her words and agree.
To the boys she vows to make them men, with pleasures they’ve never known, if only they will bend the knee and worship at her throne.
The girls have become whores for her, the boys are men indeed; but not the men that God intends. Instead, men filled with greed.
She is, and has been, and will be the death of all who court her, and entertain her whims. She
uses them to feed herself, then
leaves them to the wind.
Jezebel, Oh Jezebel, the
Devil in the nude. She
offers fools gold to
steal the souls, and
feast on them as food.