The Deceiver

You deceive me with your lies

And your soft brown eyes

You speak with a forked tongue

Whispering of longed for love

You twist and turn and slide

Always and never at my side

When I am strong you are weak

And pretending to be oh so meek

In my resolve you find the crack

And ever so slyly you are back

Feeding on my innocence lost

Your breath on me like winter frost

Your passion like an inferno flame

Consumes only to leave me with the blame

No reckoning resounds in your heart

Because you are only playing the part

Desperate in your solitude you beckon

My lost soul toward the day of final reckon

Where I must pay for my dance with you

There is no opportunity for lien or lieu

When did I make my deal with passions gate

Was I such a fool as to consent to be your bait?

And for what did I proclaim my loyalty

Did I believe I was free from penalty?

Fed my soul with illusions of grandeur

Aphrodite’s lust that no man can conquer

Swaying hips and out stretched arm

Beckoning men with her charm

But possession has left me bereft

Of that which I carelessly left

At Eternity's gate when I chose

Illusion over the river where infinity flows

I return with these last words to you

Knowing you refute their mean and hue

I can be stronger yet in my depth

And with my last desperate breath

I seek my redemption in the throes

Of the earth’s final waking shows

To be a herald to our innocence lost

Where we must pay no matter the cost

Awaken children and sleep no more

We all stand outside heaven’s door

Only in our disrespect for acquiesce

We are left in our self imposed ignorance

Each one must find his unique song

In solitude we must be strong

And like a note in creation’s endless melody

Only then can we find our place in harmony

And so my friend with soft brown eyes

Today I stand frozen still to your lies

Icy cold on this mountain top

Perilously posed I want to stop

My world that spins so out of control

Because I have listened and stole

The knowledge that was bestowed

On one undeserving arrow bowed

To be shot so straight and true

Without thought for me or you

Opening the gate to liberate

My soul to a higher magistrate