She entered the bar all smoke and smoulder
All dangerous curves and heat
She was the kind of woman that your mother
Prayed you’d never meet.
Misty Fortune was her name
Seeking wealth was her fate
An encounter with her would make Heaven
Seem to be second rate.
She had half the bar with her smile
And then with her evil laugh
The music stopped and the drinkers choked
And she had the other half.
She moved when standing still
Her eyes never stayed in place
She scanned the room for her next target
His soul to pull from his face.
She walked past me without a glance
In me nothing she could find
But my encounter with Miss Fortune
Has stained my very mind.
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