How could you have been so foolish,
As to believe that love prevails?
How could something retain a victory,
When it exists only in your mind,
It daintily persists, so ever convincing,
That surely your fears must be an illusion.
Though, there they stay, before your very eyes,
The dismay that comes with the removal of the veil,
As the twisted husk of deceit grabs your face,
Pulling you close, your eyes glued open,
Force to glare into the visage,
Of utter despair.
Of course this is how it would go,
It always has, and why should the tale you've told so many times,
Change before your very eyes?
