Tuesday, 12 June 2012

The Blinkered Man

She saw his hunger,
And fed him,
A morsel at a time.
Tiny crumbs from her table;
So small,
She hardly even noticed them.

Not him.

To him,

Ambrosia would have tasted sour by comparison.

A lapdog to his own ideals,
Her presence almost incidental,
To the fantasy in his mind.

So willingly he paid the price,
His torment meant as little to her
As mewling puppies.

Oh blinkered man!
Her cunning wrapped you in perfumed deceit,
And robbed you blind.

Too late, he saw,
Too late,
Where duplicity dripped;
What cruel manners she employed,
To put him from his friends,
His funds, his life.

So blinded by his pointless tears
He didn't see the signs,
Or feel which way the wind blew.

But in willingly delivering to her,
His heart;
He sealed his fate.

In fact,
So complicit was he,
In his own demise,
He hardly felt
The dying tremors
When she left him.

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