a tempestuous trick upon me has fallen

fogged windows from thy heart,

detestation has thou crestfallen.

as beauty often fleets and surely will waver,

soul glimmers constant

a sweet Body does it favor.

coquettish throughout

and yet painfully lethal

syncopation occurs

but never are we equal

for the allure of myself will never fade

while enemies squelch and burn in my cosmic rays

fooling yourself

and perhaps me too

akin to self-hatred

and feelings of blue

“excuse me fair woman,

would you fancy my acquaintance?

I certainly would not,

you’ve ignored my translation.

like a rose in a garden,

opposite weeds I do grow

“May I take your hand mistress?” 

The answer is no.

An untuned guitar,

a banjo at best,

my melodic piano

upon your ears I do bless.

Retreat into the shadows

for I am truest of the infinite.

Fear me not,

unless thou be mere mortal men imminent.

Alas, this fight continues

forever and on,

my body is steel

and my soul is a gun.

F.B ♡