UndoneA Poem by Pól
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drawing touche and thrust developing in time, a translucent lust. Plots a thickening, schemes a sickening, stirred in Machiavelli's pot Subtle manoeuvres, tentative at first nothing overt, a clever ruse offering up sacrifice, to gain trust. A wolf in sheep's clothing Intentions disguised, posing no threat deception rife, your fate is set as confidence gaining, the guard falls and is penetrated, slowly but surely. Ramparts razed. Safeguards savaged. Defences defiled; the hoar crumbles. Battle raged, carnage untold resistance futile, spoils to enjoy, wenches to take As your treasures plundered, your virtue expugned You lie there vanquished, sobbing, panting, ... breathless, mine Madam, You are Undone. © Paul O' Neill 2012
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