the Femme Fatale Waltz (a poem)

the Femme Fatale Waltz  

There was once a femme fatale,
who was the daughter of an angel and the devil. 
Her hair, her lips; 
the color of blood. 
Her emerald eyes
made the heart go:
thud, thud...thud, thud...thud, thud. 
Once you were in her sights, 
you'd wish that you were dead. 

Outside, 
she looked so pure and doll-like, 
But inside, 
she was so cruel and demonic. 
She'd be in the center of a masquerade ball. 
The glamour, the champagne, the attention; 
She wanted it all.

She loved to dance,
She loved to waltz, 
seducing young men's souls; 
in her crimson gown, 
twirling, twirling, and twirling 'round, 
in perfect time.  

There was no escape. 
Once you fell under her spell, 
your soul belonged to her. 

You became one of her toys forevermore. 


(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2018 

Music (video above) by: Derek & Brandon Fiechter 

Poet Notes: I wanted to write a poem in the rhythm of a waltz because of my recent fascination with masquerades. Did I succeed? I had so much fun writing it. 

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