Challenge
A love based on deceit and illusion.
Arsenic Ballads
He came to the conclusion
in a profusion of elation
that it was all a delusion
pieces of her crafty illusion.
It was a trap out of proportion
as the spider webbed her lies
around his hapless innocence
crooned sweet arsenic ballads
corralling him in her fenced pen,
prisoner of her wicked wiles.
Drew her evil blade of no tomorrow
across his docile proffered throat
ending what had once been
lilting songs of their beginning.
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