Hidden power
Wielded with intent
To control,
To compel
Through fear, she tried to force
To steal
With a smile, she abused
Lies made weapons
Pictures as chains
In the shadows, she played the light
Misdirection to hide guilt
Professing love
But it was simple to use
The cell that was shown
Was just smoke and mirrors
A scam
A con
For material gain
In the end… not a lover or even a friend
A stranger,
A thief
Another empty vessel
Prowling the internet
To prey on men

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe