A crafty harlot

'For at the window of my house
I peered through my lattice
And saw, among the simple
I perceived among the youth
A young man
One devoid of understanding…'

The path he took to her home,
Idle, in the depth of night,
Ill minded and uninterested at the full moon'd glow
Her interest led him out of the light…

For as he walked down spindled roads
Round and round
Stopping at her corner
To leer…

Where she met him,
Clothed in color,
Like a flower to attract bees
And her lips like honey sickle
Boasting to the men she could please…

She possessed a heart craft unlike a heart at all
Entrancing them although she came across as loud and rebellious…
Yes, she caused many-a man to fall
And her feet loved to wander
They would never leave a thrall

At times she would meet them outside
In the loud market square
And although she was a mans bride
Many men would stare
As she encouraged them to,
She caught him
Kissed him
And with imprudent face,
She told him:
“For you I have a peace offering”
And no time wasted
Whilst he stood dawdling
Talk of Egyptian sheet
Sweet spices and lasting perfume…
They could meet…
Talk of the tapestry in that room

Her charm told him
“I have diligently sought your face;
I sought you since days long gone
And, dreaming, at night I lay awake”

And so he succumbed
To her batting eyelids
Her flattering lips
Her toned, soft legs
Innuendos woven in quips

Like an ox led to slaughter,
He followed her
As eager as a bird to snare

And just like a mouse to the trap
He didn’t deem it would take his life…
He thought it pleasing,
So much so, he brought a fare

And, strange it is

All who were slain by her were strong men
But then...
Mice and bears both fall fate to similar traps
And humans too
Men to longing
Women to vanity
Misdeeds that bring down the judgment due

Making her ugly,
That crafty harlot...

'Her house is the way to hell
Descending to the chambers of death…'