Ensnared by her velvety smile,

I fall prey to her swathed wile. 

Her fair skin beckons me forward,

The roseate words have me cornered.

Lush and lavish, her hair flutters about,

The wind whistles at this sight, while the moon peeks out. 

And in the twilight hue,

My good conscience—it bids me adieu;

For this path I've stepped on,

I know only that she's my queen and I'm her pawn.

 

They say eyes are windows to the soul,

So I look at hers, ardent to feel whole. 

But then, despair seeps in,

Nothing seems as it had once been.

Once truth hits, I see her for what she is:

A thorn in a rose—a rose that has lost its fizz. 

Her twisted features gloom in the murk,

Bony fingers, toward me, they lurk.

So, with a wolf's spirit, I flee from the wench,

I leap far from the abyss, away from her and the stench.

 

Has life ever felt this good?

Dawn embraces me and lightens my mood;

For with the sun, I too have arisen,

And my wretched dream shall stay in its prison. 

That world I saw, forever a closed door,

A pawn I was, but no more.