Woman Called Is She

I sit wondering in the sun

Who created this puzzling one

With infinite poise charm and grace

And many strange and wondrous ways

Woman called is she...

Pleasure she brings in her fold

Joy that lasts but not long

And gives way to pain and song

To sing to who is now a stone

Unmoved, untouched, silent and cold

Woman called is she...

Dazzling eyes and tender skin

Hide the cruel brain within

Always at work, silently, unseen

Without remorse to wreck and kill

Many a man of strength and will

Woman called is she...

Like a queen she sits and sees

A stallion come a cripple go

Writhing in pain and misery

Pitying the one who waits to go

To the queen of his fantasy

Woman called is she...

With a smile she sees him die

With a shrug she moves away

To charm another fool that way

No regrets, not a sigh

Why care for those die?

Woman called is she...