Ivy

She won't batter an eyelid in allowing light in.
A vow had been sown as dusk set the stage.
He had left her battered, a shell of herself,
a warm heart has detached from her soul.
Secretly she longs to return the deed that brock her.
That twisted onset of seduction had left her cruel.
His seed had bound her to hell as evil pounced.
Sin had sought her as innocence faded.
Like night her emotion has become dark,
Through her veil they are blinded from truth.
Bold is her distaste for man as she ruins them.
Her fornication chocks with deceit
as the feed runs their veins.
The wilderness doesn't taunt her emerging sight,
Those she greets will never leave the scene,
their pleasure will fade through the depths
but temptation grants her a welcoming peace.
The breeze barely shares her whisper
as her kiss secures its taste.
She taints their fornication with ease
until their last breath silently calls,
"Ivy"