Twisted

This women,
lets call her Dead Nettle,
she looks like a stinger,
but she’s really rather gentle.

Now her heart
is as cold as ice,
and every man
shall pay the price.

For she has a daughter,
Rose be her name,
and she has been taught
to play a wicked game.

She has everything
she needs for the game.
She is evil, quick
and cunning,
and also rather stunning.

An excellent pickpocketer too,
she can slip wedding rings
off men caught in her game
when she wants to.

She draws men in
with her green eyes
and red lips,
whilst twisting their
minds through her delicate
finger tips.

Her hypnotic stare makes men forget
children, girlfriends and wives.
Then she ruins their lives,
tears families apart,
to try and avenge her mother’s broken heart.

Only twenty and highly trained
in this deadly game.
This daemon of a women
surely deserves to be
chained and caned.

Or maybe it’s not her fault,
maybe it’s the mothers`
who messed with her head,
or maybe it’s the fathers`
who turned poor Dead Nettles gentle heart,
twisted, broken and bent.

She laughs as she fiddles
with his mind,
for she is called Rose
due to the thorns you
shall find,
in her own twisted mind.

But what’s this?
I’ve turned the tables
"How dare she!"
Now it’s just my man and me
"But he belongs to me"

For once, Rose is the looser of this game.
What a shame.