Poem #1

This is a random poem about a woman whose character may or may not be in question.

Her devilish smile lit the room with lust
Her smile manipulated trust
The city dark and broken
She traversed looking for her next token
Middle age and wanting men
She used and disposed like a pen

Her soul reflected black
As she wandered back
Through lands distant yet near
That struck in her long forgotten fear
The way she is now she blames on them
The innocent girl, who they would not defend

Her simple mind corrupted within
A mere victim of violence therein
Whilst contemplating her life
Truth cut into her soul like a knife
Only then could she see
The will of the powers that be