The Lust of the World 
Since Man first lifted up his eyes to hers 
And saw the vampire beauty, which is lust, 
All else is dust 
Within the confines of the universe. 

With heart of jael and with the face of Ruth 
She sits upon the tomb of Time and quaffs 
Heart's blood and laughs 
At all Life calls most noble and the truth. 

The fire of conquest and the wine of dreams 
Are in her veins; and in her eyes the lure 
Of things unsure, 
Urging the world forever to extremes. 

Without her, 
Life would stagnate in a while.- 
Her touch it is puts pleasure even in pain.- 
So Life attain 
Her end, she cares not if the means be vile. 

She knows no pity, mercy, or remorse.- 
Hers is to build and then exterminate: 
To slay, create. 
And twixt the two maintain an equal course. 
-Madison Cawein