Oh beautiful assassin
I wonder if you take
account of all your actions
Lives destroyed in your wake
No need for passing glances
Just wafting by, your smell
Enough to crush the weakest
Condemn a man to hell
Your look, your charm, your amble
The way you flick your hips
Behind you leave a scramble
By licking those red lips
You don’t need me to tell you
Long since you’ve realised
You’ve had more than an inkling
of the souls you’ve terrorised
Yet mere men mustn’t judge
It’s not for us to scold her
The fault lies not within you
Instead with the beholder