For the Girls

The brooding chariot of the God of night
Brings Martha's wrinkled face in sight
Who sings in darkness all night long
To tempt young Phoebus with her song.

To bring alive her fate long dead
To drive some wine down her head
To bring back once again those days
Spent on endless sin and error's maze.

To taste again that juicy lust
The betrayal following the trust
To hiss the green snakes in the night
Those scale necks in ember light.

To plot, to hate, to contemplate
To drive, contrive, in all bad faith
To suckle like a vampire no less
And bite him open in his face.

To revenge all he had forgotten
A maiden, waiting for his return
A message he did not reply
Because his message-pack had expired!