Preying on a Poet

A seductress follows, her charms thrown around, dancing as if airless.
Her ideal is to make the hearts of the loving foolish and careless.
Following without Mercy, never leaving when asked.
Fuck off sweet seductress, it is to love not shallowness i am tasked.

A Seductress, easily jealous, when her flawless charms seem weak,
Soon rips a wound in her target, with an effort less than meek.
But her prey never weakens though secrets have been told
The Poet just keeps walking, a pace no less than bold.

The Secrets spilled out everywhere spewing from the prey
and in that fashion did it continue for many following days.
But the Poet simply kept about his pace
knowing nothing more revolting than the beauty of her face.

And when the day comes that the seduction is finally done
the mind of the bold, undaunted poets shall be taunted and overrun.
For the secrets that fell as the seductress did attack
are now, more than ever, weighing heavy on his back.

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Based on a Nightmare