Sacrapos - At First Glance

In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire

Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality

Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back

You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness

And have no premonition of their effect on you

A bleak smile flickering on her lips

She beholds you with algid satisfaction

As in her sinister mind you become her prey, her treasure

A sacrifice on the alter of her own lust

Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise

Disembodied fiend waving through her gaze

Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of escape

From what is happening in your mind

She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh

She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance