Enchanted Doom

January 31, 2025

At the time you were the most enchanting hello,

A shadow visible to me,

We played masquerade that night,

Such a beautifully romantic game,

And it was,

The stars, the air, the buzz,

Your facade enticing,

I'll admit you're trouble, and I kept the reminder,

ALmost enticing enough to gamble all bets,

That's your game isn't it?

All of my cards displayed,

I no longer hold any poker face,

My hand laid out,

At least in your fantasy,

So even though the game was beautiful,,

Me and you?

That was never a clear view,

Like you, all too familiar with the night,

I recognize a deadly poison,

Not, love, or even lust in your eyes!

For the millionth time in my life,

I was so ready to believe all of the wrong lies,

With that being said, I'll say this too,

You're still my most enchanting hello, and my most daunting goodbye.

-A.L.

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