Mizzy vamp kinda thing to c/c plz? Poem Y/A?

right now? …………..

She sat in the shadows of the speak-easy, her hat tilted to hide her eyes
And nursed a double shot on the rocks while the whiskey melted the ice
Her name was Violet Rose, though her skin and her eyes were brown
When a man named Marv asked her to dance she coldly turned him down

She'd come here on a mission, her goal to catch Harry having his fun
On her face a was murderous rage, in her purse, a brand new gun
Her attention was on the door as the customers filtered inside
Prohibition made drinking illegal, the Feds required they hide

Just as a new song started, Harry came through the door
On his arm, an exotic woman, Violet'd not seen before
The way an ember exuded a glow, she exuded sexual heat
She was a vamp, and a temptress, a siren, enticing men to cheat

Violet felt herself shrinking and her rage dissipating, as well
And recalled when she was the vamp, and Harry with someone else
She'd been prettier than Harry's wife, cared not a whit for her pain
Enjoyed it in fact, to a degree, then Harry's love, it started to wane

Violet Rose had forgotten the rule – years intentionally fade
Vamps never keep their beauty, and there's always a price to be paid
And a natural cheater like Harry would always be scanning the crowd
For a prettier face and the newest vamp who was out there on the prowl.

Violet left most of her drink and slipped quietly out of the door
Harry wasn't worth killing and he sure wasn't worth dying for
She went home and packed a few things and then left Harry a note
"I owe someone an apology," was the only thing Violet wrote.