Jezebel

A friendly mask disguising a fiend,
Honeyed words — heart unclean.

"I'm a good person," she would say,
But God was aware of her sinful ways.

Her coy sin oozed, slow and thick,
She thought her words would surely stick.

She waged her wars while feigning well,
A darkened soul that cast her spell.

Waiting until another soul slips,
A soft laugh fell from her poisoned lips.

The light shone through — exposing sludge,
Reflecting who will be her final judge.

It may be too soon for her to tell,
But I shall have no fear…
He is coming —
For that Jezebel.