Diva

And he, unaware of her mystic sensuousness, walks by.

I tell her to follow, to lay the trap.

He runs far away.

She, with her supernatural aura glides beside him.

A stroke of recognition and then blankness covers his face.

He stops, observes.

Overwhelmed by everything her,

He turns and walks away.

She rises and towers like never before,

I bow down to her beauty, her mystique.

She smiles and waits.