Day one of nanowripo prompted for a poem Borrowing the first line of another poem. I chose Lord Byron’s “She Walk’s in Beauty”.
She walks in beauty like the night,
With blackened hair and graceful sway.
Though never looking for a fight,
There is no doubt, she’ll have her way.
A silent stalk, in dimmest light,
An earnest hunt to find her prey.
A whispered walk; she comes behind,
while seeking for a heartbeat strong.
Eyes focused, beaming, as they shined.
On one who lingered, way too long.
And then she pounced upon his mind,
As silky words, poured like a song.
Demonic woman, seizing him,
With tendrils deep, upon his heart.
He tried escape, with chances slim;
The siren’s song, was practiced art.
And now he bends to every whim;
Her love is sealed, it’s just the start.