The life and ruin of me, The Serpent- I grasp at your immortality in my failing memory. Numerous conquests far and wide, Enchanted by your poisonous spell; Drunk to draught the liqueur of lust from your bottomless well. Deftly you dallied with their pilgrim love- hearts and souls that writhed and twined. The incessant sighs of desire that conceals the hisses of ruthless vice. Your serpentine ways succeeded the deceiving- both the foolish and the wise. To no avail could they make their reasons just, Why they thrashed still in your perfidious love. I was too lured in by your sinuous incantation- A voluntary prisoner, Neglected in my chronic incarceration. Lethe runs in my blood every time you smote my lips your frosty kiss. Germinating in my gullible heart a love seed that never blossomed. The withered flower of that counterfeited love- my blindness, now I come to think of it, so wretched and brazen! But one day your venom cleared my eyes a...