The Deceiver Poem by Kristeta von Popper

You deceive me with your lies
And your soft brown eyes
You speak with a forked tongue
Whispering of longed for love

You twist and turn and slide
Always and never at my side
When I am strong you are weak
And pretending to be oh so meek

In my resolve you find the crack
And ever so slyly you are back
Feeding on my innocence lost
Your breath on me like winter frost

Your passion like an inferno flame
Consumes only to leave me with the blame
No reckoning resounds in your heart
Because you are only playing the part

Desperate in your solitude you beckon
My lost soul toward the day of final reckon
Where I must pay for my dance with you
There is no opportunity for lien or lieu

When did I make my deal with passions gate
Was I such a fool as to consent to be your bait?
And for what did I proclaim my loyalty
Did I believe I was free from penalty?

Fed my soul with illusions of grandeur
Aphrodite’s lust that no man can conquer
Swaying hips and out stretched arm
Beckoning men with her charm

But possession has left me bereft
Of that which I carelessly left
At Eternity's gate when I chose
Illusion over the river where infinity flows

I return with these last words to you
Knowing you refute their mean and hue
I can be stronger yet in my depth
And with my last desperate breath

I seek my redemption in the throes
Of the earth’s final waking shows
To be a herald to our innocence lost
Where we must pay no matter the cost

Awaken children and sleep no more
We all stand outside heaven’s door
Only in our disrespect for acquiesce
We are left in our self imposed ignorance

Each one must find his unique song
In solitude we must be strong
And like a note in creation’s endless melody
Only then can we find our place in harmony

And so my friend with soft brown eyes
Today I stand frozen still to your lies
Icy cold on this mountain top
Perilously posed I want to stop

My world that spins so out of control
Because I have listened and stole
The knowledge that was bestowed
On one undeserving arrow bowed

To be shot so straight and true
Without thought for me or you
Opening the gate to liberate
My soul to a higher magistrate.