The Black Rose (Photo credit: rick020200)
I am wicked she said
I am of the night
I am desolate, lost
You cannot fight
My deliberate moves
And my strategy
All the wicked begin
And all end with me
I am wicked she cried
Though not by my choice
I’m the song of the siren
The deadliest voice
And if I once was good
Then I once more may be
But I can’t seem to cease
Living wickedly
© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved
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There is always something very sensual about the word ‘Wicked’ for me. I always question the motivation of a wicked person, but I may, as a friend once pointed out, just simply over intellectualising a simple issue. But I like the hidden meanings contained within the word. Maybe I’m just envious??
LOL, yes, there is seductiveness to the sense of the wicked, I agree!! 🙂 🙂
I can imagine just how wicked. Nice job.
Thanks John!! 🙂 🙂
Very nice, Helen!!!! 😀
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
You’re the least wicked person I know! xxxxx
LOL, thank you, that’s very kind!! 🙂 🙂