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Oh, lend an ear, come down from your throne,
Systematically stepping over the remains
Of wasted men, festering with deceased desires long lost,
Neglected hope.

Sweet, deceitful devil,
Daring flashes, falling on me like ashes
So softly subtle
Reflecting like
Emeralds in a small pocket of a room
Full of mirrors and no
Doors. No escape

Shall I? No, diplomacy is the game
Which lovers try to play.
We are not there. Nor close, sadly
(Refusing to fall to my knees)

Let me amend your constitution,
Lay down the law.
Not a revolution, simple solution,
So your elegant grace can be cured of its only flaw.

How those glances, teasing chances,
Words still mocking, blocking
Creating a gaping chasm, plunging into the deep darkness
Intangible,
Out of grasp, straining
Reaching for some feeling
Shut up in some ancient chest
Holding the truth.

Glaring condescendingly from that watchful tower,
I am here at the bottom, holding the key.
Your deception has been duped
By mine.

Take it as you will,
Shrinking from that abhorred pill,
Match you step by step
Efforts to bring you closer
To my sphere of influence.

Oh, but why bother,
Trying to change your mind,
You can rise above those mere mortals
Acting under some forced persona
Suffocating in the stale sarcastic air.