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 reality was paler than the fantasy she was in his mind.

Oh blinkered man,

Her cunning has wrapped you in a perfumed deceit,

And robbed you blind.

So willingly he paid the price,

It finally meant as little to her as drowning puppies.

Too late, he saw, too late,

Where duplicity dripped;

What cruel manners she employed

To put him from his friends, his funds, his life.

But in willingly delivering to her, his heart,

He sealed his fate.

So blinded by his pointless tears he didn't seen the signs,

Or feel which way the wind was moaning.

In fact, so complicit was he in his own demise

He hardly even trembled as as she left him.