Shackled monster that lurks in every heart,
Of such ferocious guile yet ever found,
To smile the pain, deftly playing its part,
So docile and courtly until unbound.
With eyes, so green, and spiteful as it goes,
Deceitful of mien, posing meek as dove,
Able to thrive in ranks of friends and foes,
But scheming worst, by burning hearts that love.
Contained and yet, to rage wildest in some,
So envious of stars other fools have caught,
And feeds on wiles, and vain desires that come,
Oft making counseling, all come to naught.
....So quick to lash at enemies assumed,
....But lo! It's very self it has consumed.
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