Subterfuge II - a Hint Of Amethyst

With her arrival

Solitude escapes my veins

Leaving me and insanity isolate

Now I must reap what I have sown

And she must pay what she owes

Behind a mask of brazen contempt I watch

she thinks to impress me

With this self-centred facade?

I will smash her mirror of mists

Although her dance of illusion

Seduction

Could sway me if weak I were

I will remain here on her throne

And wearing her crown

I will stare her down

Calculated and cold precision

Though none as cold

As I, this scalpel through flesh

Through an eyeless, impassive gaze, pray witness -

I am your god!

Now you yield to me

Whether with the meek or the dead

Is a choice I leave to you

The single choice is this -

Kneel of your accord or you will be knelt!

However many times you hear

Of someone torn limb from limb

You can muster cold serenity

And however the words roll over you

The sight will still rape your mind

Those visions will forever greet her when eyes close

She comes back to consciousness after a while

And with a stammer of trepidation

Requests the crucial enquiry - indeed, her last request

(Why?)