Sacrapos - At First Glance

In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire
Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality
Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional gusts of wind kissing your back

You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-heartedness
And have no premonition of their effect on you

A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you with algid satisfaction
As in her sinister mind, you become her prey, her treasure
A sacrifice on the alter of her own lust

Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise
Disembodied fiend waving through her gaze
Being a virtuoso of deceit and facetiousness
She leaves you with no chance of escape

From what is happening in your mind
She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh
She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance