Twisted

This women,
lets call her Dead Nettle,
she looks like a stinger,
but shes really rather gental.

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 court in her game
when she wants to.

She draws men in
with her green eyes
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,
tares familys apart,
to try and mend her mothers brocken heart.

only twenty and highly trained
in this deadly game.
This daemon of a women
surly deserves to be
chained and cained.

Or maybe its not her fault,
maybe its the mothers fault
who messed with her head,
or maybe its the fathers fault
who turned poor Dead Nettles gental heart,
twisted, brocken 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 whats this?
Hes turned the tables
"How dare he!"
That makes three
Rose, the wife and me
"But he belongs to me"

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