Secrets Poem by P.R. Prosper

Soothing and seductive this siren needs a home, so she takes yours
Enemies easily enter the walls that hold, your gardens and courts
Cunning as a fox, chaos ensues with the whip of a tongue
Remorseless reasons reassure what’s been done
Everything begins with an inescapable end that's to come
The art of love and war are fought as one and the same
Secrets sold and secrets stolen are still secrets in deed and aim