He was deceiver, cheater, bluffer, imposter at best
A beguiler, charlatan, pettifogger, you know the rest…
All of our family fortune is now wiped out, gone.
Due to this sleazy grifter, Mr. Lee Wron.
Lonely Adam became happy, loving God wanted to see,
so, from his rib He fashioned the first woman, me.
The beguiler of men, I became his brave wife,
nurturing the Garden of Eden we had wonderful life.
Deceived by a snake that was Satan in vile disguise,
we ate the forbidden fruit to become Godlike and wise.
I knew we had sinned, and were in disgraceful shame,
expelled from Eden by God, a cursed couple we became.
For my fault I got a life of sorrow and childbirth travail,
and God made the power of Adam on me to prevail.
The mother of all living, I was happy on the contrary,
being the prefigurement of the mother of Jesus, Mary.
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.
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NIMBY
I have a penchant for nature
Sacrosanct
As I mature it grows
Paramount
A proclivity toward the conception of the attributes of my affection
Life, animation, progenitor, the essence of
Vivacity
Conveys its invioble existence in the plethora of ways it still
Survives
Nature does not refuse, disallow or reject,
but keeps flourishing despite those who try to bring about its demise…In spite of destruction, disaster and neglect
Its integrity is not ambiguous, never disguised as a recusant, Contentious Objector
My beguiler is as simple as a
Tree
My choice for serenity
Never a frenemy…Not In My Back Yard
Sunshine Williams
"Beguiler"
Your seething ways and mischievous wiles..
I will not be a pawn succumbed to your illicit lifestyle.
You crossed boundaries that night of your insolent lust.
I will not be that miser of mind games of your so-called trust.
Seduce at will, thrust your worldly ways..
I will not be one of "those" many hearts whom you have betrayed.
Philanderer and cozener is your first and last name..
Wooing women lecherously you beguiler of games..
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