Behind a spooky gate
She glistens

Fashion queen of the night
Prince’s pride

Adjectives strung like a necklace
In various shades
 
Owner of a swing in the woods
Two
One for one
One for two
 
Myriad of schemes
Dauntless benefactors
Subservient to no one much
Polished skin
Crack me open
Jezebel style like a piñata
See what lies inside.
 
You aren’t a witch woman
It’s against your religion
But not mine

Leave the moss atop the ground
Sister
Not (so much) a Garbo here
Sinister maybe not
Juliet style perhaps
Leave the rope untied