Her footfalls glide against the hardwood floor—
Such tenderness amidst each graceful stride;
With sensual simplicity her guide,
She makes her way towards the open door
And delicately pauses to explore
The threshold of the lonely world outside.
She takes a breath and looks from side to side
Before she disappears forevermore.
Her mission was the customary case:
To introduce herself, then infiltrate—
Seduce him, gain his trust and boost morale,
Then murder and depart without a trace,
A surreptitious instrument of fate:
The savage duty of a femme fatale.