Bad Influence

     She was the gender of the child-bearing
But had the ill-temper of a man
A tongue of a sailor
With actions of a savage beast
Upon her coming
The fruit of Eden was picked
Deeds of sour sins committed
And on Lucifer’s lips a grin
Though orphaned
Her mother was published
As entropy
Her father, chaos
She was the darkest shade of despair
Yet innocence glinted in her eyes
Smothered by the bleak truth
She, the beautiful disaster
Heaven would not have her -
The broken soldier
Hell yearned for her
And Earth was blinded by her riven beauty
She, known only as the wicked stranger
Walked upon the streets of loneliness
Fighting the curse of her corrupted soul
Of her besmirched paths