An exquisite hate festers deep within my soul, For a siren dressed in satin, whose deeds took a toll. An angel in the daylight, a demon in the night, She claimed my love with fervor, under the moon's dim light.
Her lips dripped honeyed promises, her eyes shimmered with lust, Unaware was I of the games, played with a cruel thrust. She bore the allure of Persephone, seduction her divine art, Her intentions shrouded in mystery, set to tear our world apart.
A toast of bitter wine we shared, under a star-crossed sky, Unbeknownst to me, a plot lay hidden beneath her shy. A venom, so potent, laced with deceit and envy, Aimed at the legacy we nurtured, fragile as a peony.
Her touch was soft, her voice was sweet, but her heart held a grave, A mausoleum for the loves she'd lost, for the souls she did enslave. Yet she yearned for more, a demon's greed, never to be appeased, An exquisite hate she harbored, to see our legacy ceased.
She wore a mask of innocence, but her blood ran icy cold, A game of love she played, the story falsely told. A seductress at the helm of destruction, steering with delight, To shatter our family's lineage, our pride, our shining knight.
Yet the seeds of her deceit fell short, her plans forever scarred, For the ties that bind us are of steel, eternally barred. Her dance, a fleeting wisp of smoke, is but a bitter taste, A reminder of the exquisite hate, a love that laid to waste.
Now I stand in the wake of her storm, her memory but a ghost, Haunted by her treachery, in our legacy, she's lost. Her essence remains, a sour note, a ballad of our past, An angel turned demon, a love that couldn't last.
