Stranger Nights 2

Having known the stranger nights
She spots his pretense of mystery
It could be his fervent eyes
Or false rapture of that smile

He thrives on opportunity
Intends to have her for the hour
But she abhors the smoothest men
Disdaining lies and hollow charms

She steals his heart with a scalpel
And slowly nods her approval
The blood purple, not wine red
A shade to match her evening gown

She leaves with a furtive smile
His body on the bedroom floor
Another man, another corpse
But she is not one for keeping score.