A great poem by a great poet, Helen Valentina.


I am wicked she said
I am of the night
I am desolate, lost
You cannot fight
My deliberate moves
And my strategy
All the wicked begin
And all end with me

I am wicked she cried
Though not by my choice
I’m the song of the siren
The deadliest voice
And if I once was good
Then I once more may be
But I can’t seem to cease
Living wickedly

© Helen Valentina 2013 All Rights Reserved

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