in every epic known to man
some woman raises deadly hand
wielding feminine wiles to achieve
the wicked legacy of Eve

and since the very dawn of time
with tooth and fist and skill sublime
men have fought for just this prize
adoring reflection in female eyes

battlefields littered with embittered hearts
histories lessons do impart
she who's purposed to deceive
will never real love thus receive

as Helen wrought the fall of Troy
her lust a weapon full deployed
did not to Menelaus keep
thus Trojan women learned to weep

as Morgan plotted Arthur's doom
with spoiled fruit of twisted womb
and thus did Mordred so array
his father's pride to strip away

remember Circe. and Argonauts
turned to pigs, all for naught
her love of Glaucus unrequited
cursed Scylla soundly and delighted

I tell you that there is no dearth
of wicked women walking Earth
seeking men they may defeat
their tender hearts a tasty treat

if you've left a grain of sense
avoid this dire consequence
do not your heart on her bestow
who's sacred vows are just for show

but wait for her with heart unstained
before your passion you unchain
beware the price of what's been sought
before your soul's forever caught