Love-slaughter

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She, slaughters men
Not in the most naive form
But by inducing lust, desire
And then planting love
How cruel is that?
Or is it the most pious sin?
She, carries her glory
In most dignified way
Carrying mystery
And residing on a throne so distant
She, loves men
Or are they her victims?
But, is she a victim herself?