Sorrowful and resplendent she arrives
Flaunting the wares of her twisted archives
Her seductive drink of prepared pleasure
Seeking a lonely, foolish heart's treasure
I have tasted her bitter and her sweet
Drunk from her cup of lies and foul deceit
The fall from soul mate to love's reprobate
Happens so fast that you will be too late
To save yourself a painful severance
Comparable only with Death's nuance
Who can deliver me from this despair?
To walk again along that road so fair
How shall fate accomplish her destiny?
Shall there be grace or mercy, if any?
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