The Deadly Chameleon

I look at the stage and think -
what words are on the brink
of my mind that could show
a glimpse of the foe?

But complexity makes me see
how difficult that can be,
when the foe is a chameleon
and blends in with the millions.

The foe is no respecter
of skin color or gender
and often looks so typical
we've become so easy to fool.

The foe's skin can be light or dark
with no distinguishing mark;
the words spouting from their tongue
teasing and enticing the young...

Looking for those who seem to be
impressionable or unable to see
common tricks in a predator's day,
luring and isolating its prey.

One way is tokens of affection.
A suave and charming grin,
plus appealing whispers of love,
he can slowly draw her in.

When her longing heart falls for him
and other voices become so dim,
his first requests seem so small
and he leads her down an unknown hall.

He stares in her eyes and holds her hand;
she stares back and awaits his command.
He promises protection and love
as her heart soars in the clouds above.

He leads her in the room with a bed
and as she remembers what he said,
she allows his hand to roam
and gets excited by his groan.

After their time together is spent
she learns what he really meant.
His eyes become possessive and cold
and for the first time fear takes hold.

With a warning not to leave
she knows not what he will achieve
by stalking out of the room
and locking the door - sealing her doom.

Her heart pounds and feels confused
wanting love, not to be used.
But fear grips her heart and takes hold
as she wonders if she'll be sold.

The door is unlocked and creaks open
and she sees a line of men -
whose faces will soon blur together -
as more men multiply their sins.