Vindication
In sultry solace of the darkened bayou, Where mossy tendrils weave a sultry tale, New Orleans whispers secrets to the night, Her jasmine breath in alleyways exhale.
A woman's touch, a shadow 'neath the gaslights, In crimson lace and silent, stolen glance, A chanteuse lost in labyrinthine dreams, Invites the lonely souls to join her dance.
A courtesan, as sinuous as smoke, Her body sighs a melody of lust, In murky rooms where fingertips convene, Their ghosts entwined in webs of dark mistrust.
With emerald eyes and honeyed, lilting tongue, She casts a spell, ensnaring them with sin, Her heart encased in walls of molten wax, She burns away the scars that dwell within.
Yet deep within the chambers of her soul, An aching tenderness she seeks to hide, Her refuge found in soft magnolia blooms, In moonlit serenades by riverside.
Oh, fractured heart, a thousand masks she wears, A portrait painted in the hues of night, Yet gilded beams of morning's sweet caress, Reveal a soul that longs for love's respite.
And so, she treads the path of stardust dreams, Her footsteps etched upon the cobbled streets, Where shadows play their melancholic tunes, And fading stars adorn her gilded sheets.
In whispers low, she sings her lover's name, And prays the dawn will chase away her plight, For in the arms of sweet Elysium, She'll find her refuge from the endless night.