It's an extension to her hand .....

It's an extension to her hand,
glistening in the moon light from where she stands,
a smile on her face so innocent and sweet,
but if you approach her be sure to watch out,
because the point of her knife you surely will meet.

It's an extension to her hand,
as she stands there looking so grand,
she beckons you over, but do you dare go,
as she licks her lips and winks her eye,
she has a body for which you would die.

It's an extension to her hand,
they seek her out all over this fair land,
she takes men's lives with one twist of her knife,
but they have a smile on their face when she ends their life.

It's an extension to her hand,
the knife she carries and a solitary gold band,
he did her wrong,
he brought her down,
god help and man that now messes in her life,
for he will only meet with the coldness of her knife.