an unfaithful mistress

night is an unfaithful
mistress
her dark eyes tempt you
but her lips are painted black with lies
kissing her will
kill you

her fingertips promise
the gentlest dreams
but they soon become nightmares
she shreds your heart with razor-sharp
talons

she feeds you to demons
you become one of the soulless creatures
a slave of darkness
unable to write
incapable of love
demented like she is demented

night is an unfaithful
mistress
she abandons you when your only desire
is to be held in
her arms

© 2007 Jim Wittenberg