Bane of all men!
With mischief in thy heart
and thy hand armed with a cleaver of hearts.
The terror of thy deeds follows in thy wake
and alike sheep, I am beguiled to the slaughter.
O! Wanton fool, I am lost in love’s throes,
all recompense doth been waived.
Damn all hell! Salvation, none I seek.
In desire’s embrace, will I bask this moment evermore,
though within, the fates hath decreed,
the gates of hades, my sights surely will behold.
Topic(s) of this poem: helplessness, love, power, women
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