Superfluous

©2012, Olan L. Smith

She thought herself divine

But she was poison on a vine

A façade of superiority waft o'er her head

As beneath she feasted and feed

On other's vigor, she did sup

While drinking lifeblood from her cup.

Alas, the day did come she met her mortality.

The devil came and dined upon her dignity

Plunging his fangs into her face

Blood flowed red in disgrace

Upon her illusionary smock.

The demon teeth tore flesh from cheek, a warlock

Seeking vengeance for her conceit;

He dined upon her flesh, leaving only bones to depict defeat.