Beware, My Son

A different style of poetry I tried, on greed and lust.

Mistress of the night, beware her fangs
A drip, drip, dripping, life's bounty, blood

Gentlemen, evade those dark places
Shades slip, slip, slipping, eternal shadow, death

Lust a wine so sweet, makes men weep
Tears fall, fall, falling, hearts poison, adultery

Greed's black gold, shines like a demon smile
Wealth grow, grow, growing, human cancer, avarice