Shadow Queen of the Sidhe

Blackberry lips
Brimstone embers in her hair
The evil temptress beckons
For you to come into her lair

Feet dancing on the dark crags
Legs bare but for swirling mist
She pouts at your indecision
And offers up a kiss

Wrapped in shifting shadows
She sways from side to side
Looks coyly through dark lashes
Opens her mouth wide

A growl escapes her
As she reaches for your face
Shadow Queen of the Sidhe
Wraps you in her dark embrace.

From the Shadows by E.J. Stevens
**author's note: "Sidhe" is a Celtic word for Fae o...