In a contented manner she sits by the bonfire
Sanctimoniously thanking you for the hospitality
Her treacherous intentions as cold as the occasional 
gusts of wind kissing your back
You mistake the twinkle in her eyes for pure warm-
heartedness, and have no premonition of their effect on 
you.
A bleak smile flickering on her lips, she beholds you 
with algid satisfaction, as in her sinister mind, you 
become her prey, her treasure, a sacrifice on the altar 
of her own lust.
Cursed and sacred, this arcane exercise, disembodied 
fiend waving through her gaze. Being a virtuoso of deceit 
and facetiousness, she leaves you with no chance of 
escape
From what is happening in your mind.
She hasn't come to crush your bones, nor tear your flesh.
She has come to steal your sanity with just one glance.