DEAD END

By Ken Blue
December 17th, 2011. Filed under: Poems.
            From a window above the street, With a view that was commanding. I saw among the simple ones, A youth void of understanding. At the corner on a broad street, I saw her searching for a prey. She saw him coming to her trap, She’d snared, perhaps, hundreds this way. Her scarlet dress, and her painted lips; The smell of hypnotic perfume, Along with her shameless kisses, Would overpower this young man soon. With voice smooth, that dripped as honey, She flattered this naive youth. He was allured into her world, He had forgotten Wisdoms truth. With much fair speech, and flattering lips; He was blinded by hell’s daughter. And as a fool to correct the stock, Went as an ox to the slaughter. Like a bird, captured in a snare, Or a soldier shot through the heart, Only the dead are in her house, And few wounded ever depart. And as I looked down on her street, The pathway of simple young men. I saw a sign there standing tall, In letter of red, that said, “Dead End.”
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