Submissions by sydney

Down the isle he walks with content

With eyes glancing from hither and thither

Finally he sees a stand

And in no time is in his caboose

Besides an innocent heart…

With the sotto voce of a mighty deity he mutters,

hello…

Slowly like a prey she is drawn into his nest

This is the Lady Killer

Well brimmed, good looking

His cachet even the atheist cannot refuse

Whom with no time is no more.

But for the poor lass,

Unknowingly she falls into his trap

Mesmerized by his looks!...