Sitting on a bar stool at a quarter past ten
Wearing her finest jewels while hunting wealthy men
Her dress is made of satin that shows her snowy skin
Casting out her charms
She catches you with a grin
Eager to latch on, the fish come swimming in
Fighting in a battle to have the final win
The winner sits by the beauty drinking at the bar
He doesn't know her game
He sees her as a star
She nibbles on his ear
He shivers with pure delight
They make it back to his place and stay there through the night
She treats him like a God until she hears him say
Marry me, my sweet
Make me happy today
They have a simple wedding
Their love is strong and true
No need to waste riches
This they strongly knew
She goes about her day as the happy wife
She cooks for him and cleans
This brings his heart delight
One evening after supper the newly wed feels ill
His breathing becomes heavy and develops drowsiness and chills
The wife is by his side as he starts to fade
Smirking with triumph at succeeding at her game
She mourns his death with family under the big black veil
Enjoying a wealthy life
She is clearly going to Hell
By: Brittany Benko
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