A Beguiler's Last Laugh

Well now, beneath the darkest realms In nightmarish gists, I am the one Who instills fear and in putrescence I dwell In variety, isocheimal ulteriority is all I've done Laureled with the metallic lustres of death And shining with the fires of vengeance Animosity is the origin of my libellous wreaths Where you see hearts of the women I've broken dearest Sultrily I coax the likes of you in my irresistible hazards Scarcely liminal of you towards my tinge of ominous transience In my vegete facade, my words flow like the romanticizing Haggard And contemptuously strike you down in my own baleful omnipotence What a naive fille you are, my dejected little princess! To be easily deluded by a beguiler with a stunning visage In your ruptures, I ecstatically drown myself in your distress Beneath woos and charming signals of temperament are the vicious lures of a savage. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a response to: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_princess_cry_604227