Red Arches

Red, red, are the arches,

That she steps through,

That she gives her heart to

That she decides to use,

Because power is her only muse,

And she wants that man,

Regardless of what she stands to lose

Hands soaked in blood, golden antlers on her head,

Perfect skin, and body,

She is a siren mixed with a goddesss

Jealousy bubbling like the champagne in her glass,

Watching them laugh,

Whilst strangers are talking to her,

Brown noise, why are they here?

Fake laugh, why is she here?

Vapid flirting, why am I here?

Shoving the beverage into a free hand,

Strolling towards them putting on a smile,

For hours she puts on the charm,

To lure him into her influence

But each attempt doesn't work,

As he babbles about her,

His angelic partner,

She's left smelling like desperation,

As his girlfriend grabs him again,

He turns into a willing victim,

As he follows her out of the apartment

That night she stands in a pile of broken mirrors,

Screaming about how it didn't work,

Cursing out the arches she stepped through,

Trying to steal someone else's boyfriend,

Beauty and wealth doesn't mean anything,

Her soul is gone, all that remains is a pretty surface,

As her love sours into hatred.