Midnight's Hunger: A Villainess' Seduction
Beneath her gaze, brave souls meet their demise
In deep shadows, she weaves her artful guise,
A villainess with the allure to enchant,
A taste for hearts beneath the moonlit skies.
Beneath her gaze, brave souls meet their demise,
Her charm is magic, a dark and haunting call,
In bottomless clouds, she weaves her artful disguise.
With every smile, her dark intent belies,
A siren's grace that leads to a sinister fall,
A hunger for souls where her spirit lies.
Her whispers lure a tale of love's reprise,
Yet hides the desire that destroys them all,
In deep shadows, she entangles her artful guise.
Beware her scams, her soul, a cruel entice,
For once trapped, you'll heed her haunting thrall,
your heart, she'll sacrifice.
A dangerous woman, her hunger knows no bounds,
Crafts her artful guise where darkness compounds,
In moonlit skies, she craves hearts' sweet cries,
Betrayal her game, desire thrives, enthralls.
About the Creator
Deborah Rivera Valentin
33, a boy mom with Puerto Rican roots in Massachusetts. Words? My refuge. Life's storms—from childhood days surrounded by struggle—drugs, alcohol, and abuse—I've fought for my place. In the pages of a notebook, I found my sanctuary. 📖✨
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