Warning
An Attempt to betray the one you hold dear.
Turns the tides on you good sir I fear.
Truth behold your chances are slim.
Energy its self will not bend to your whim.
Monsieur I bid thee to not waste your breath.
Perchance the betrayer become the betrayed.
Time and time again you will be constrained.
Endless times I have seen it before.
Detest before you go too far.
Copyright © Onna Neechan | Year Posted 2015
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