My Delilah

The hottest rage, the coldest fire,
My absence of love, my lost desire.
That witch! That lying snake!
Her love, her trust, has been a mistake.
At night, when I dream and sleep,
A dirty little secret she doth keep.
A poisonous tongue, seductive eyes,
Short brown hair, men melt when she sighs.
I die inside when I say,
Delilah, I hate you! For being this way!
Her lips tremble, but here eyes like spears,
Her eyes they water, but shed no tears.
I must act fast, I've no time,
Knife in the heart, justice to her crime.
Never before, a more heart stopping tale,
Than that of my Delilah, and her deadly betrayal.