Devil Lover, Devil Judge (Sonnet)
O beauty, under whose spell this man be
intoxicated by her love affair
as every night she wraps, seductively,
in whispers! Swirling whispers in the air.
With pride of life, with lust of flesh and eyes,
her stratagem promotes wicked appeal
like sinfully delicious chocolate lies
my palette wets to make a business deal.
Then, somehow, with her charismatic charm
this brightest angel fallen from beyond
can have a man to trade his best for harm
and, in this cosmic game of chess, be pawned,
at whence the spell she lifts, plays magistrate.
So wrongly does she toy with this man's fate.
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