The Doe-Eyed Devil
A tilted head as the seraphim silently overlooks the common folk, In the caliginosity appears the practiced predator with eyes of yolk. The unsuspecting do not suspect malice behind a sweet smile, For how could such an unassuming cherub do something vile? And the rumored subjugation of his intended prey, Enigmatic eyes and soft utterances put into play. One moment with darkened eyes akin to a clueless night, Only then transitioning to ochre orbs, glowering bright. Many a mortal fate sealed behind a seraph's smile, Knowing not that behind it lies his predatory wile. The clout-chasing youth who accepts his invitation none the wiser, Only to find himself the main event, course, and savory appetizer. Though starring as the innocent ingenue in Vecchio's vision, His immortal being too captured by Cabanel in celestial derision. And so the elegant Eros stands, raven curls amidst the tenebrosity, With mercurial affections ranging from amorous to amber animosity.

















