VULTURE With her lecherous talons she tears at her prey Till her venom has tarnished his mind, And she claws at the carcass of beauty and trust Till no trace of his strength can he find. She is evil but he cannot see it For she hides it with her smiling mask As she toys with the goodness within him Till he'll do anything she will ask. How can he be so blind to her cunning? Can't he see what she's trying to do? Can't he see he's the victim in her vicious game Of destroying what's precious and true? Ha! The vulture has erred in her hurry, For the love that sustained him still lives And in time it is she who will suffer At her wiles and the heartache she gives. For the angel of mercy is pleading With the man that he is deep inside; Though the vulture is strong...good is stronger And cannot with such evil abide. So the vulture will soon be the victim; Be the haunted in her own cruel game; For the man she has scarred will recover And it's she who'll be living in shame. With her venomous talons she'll clutch at her prey, But in vain...for the antidote's strong, Counteracting with honesty, faithfulness, love, The effects of her poison, her wrong. by © Barbara A. Duits 1999 Return to Index HomePage