Will you fall victim?

Ashes fall away
From an old portrait
One which appears silver
But is only black and white
Graying with age
It speaks a whisper
An omniscient voice
Which tells of an old secret
A story some would say
About a young angel soul
Which was corrupted
From the very beginning
For her innocence and purity
Became her ways of seduction
As she appeared shy and unsure
In her ways she was nothing of that
Only a mischievous sprite
Dying to escape
And used her contradictory appearance
And whiles to get her way
So as the fairy-tale goes
She went on with her ways
Eluding all suspects
With her soft appearance of virtue
Proving a lesson
To all those who knock upon her doorstep
She is nothing but a harlot
Who will always get her way
By any means
So do as you wish
But be careful with judgment
For she preys on the weak
She preys on the gullible
She preys upon the trusting
And she will prey upon you.