By J.L. Moore
The viper stings
A reckless heart
Plants its poison
The decay to start
And then it slithers
Slowly away
Fully aware
It's left you with
Death
To hold your hand
As you take your last
Breath
Wicked love sings
A sour note
Then waits around
To laugh and gloat
So watch your back
When Cupid's on the
Prowl
For love can be
Deadly and foul