I watched her dance, the she devil, dark,
A temptress with a venomous spark.
Her eyes, a spell, bewitched the night,
A siren’s call, a haunting sight.
Beneath the moon, her whispers wove,
An encyclopedia of passion, danger, and clove.
In the heart of darkness, she held sway,
A mistress of the twilight’s ballet.
Her laughter echoed through the trees,
A cacaphony of sweet unease.
With every step, a dance macabre,
She wove a spell, a spectral sabre.
Beware the she devil’s silent song,
A dirge that lingers long.
In moonlit dreams, her presence lingers,
A phantom dance, where darkness lingers.
But do not judge with hasty glance,
For demons too may yearn for romance.
In the unknown maze, where secrets dwell,
The she devil weaves her mystic spell.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
2024
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 