The Red Delicious

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Beware! The forked tongue serpent's hiss,

Seductive, his clever words and passionate kiss.

Lest you should find his true intentions amiss,

Before the long embrace of your nuptial bliss.

Do not cast aside the shadow of your doubts.

Dig deep into his past whereabouts.

And should you, after much pondering, still feel the same.

Alas, you are now a pawn in his vile game.

Where deceitful smiles and empty words abound,

And past dalliances silenced without a sound.

Where one ghost restless and weary from his past

Hoping against hope to be free at last.

Yet alas! the invincible shackles that bind,

Of her own making and hold sway on her mind.

Pay heed, for one day she may yet strip him bare

Once she moves past her love, and her despair.

Cast free the ensnared piece of her unfortunate soul,

And erase the writings that were upon the wall.

Listen! As she hurriedly whispers in your ear,

And believe with all you hold near and dear.

The grey-green hypnotic eyes are not all they seem,

Transfixing, in their alluring gleam.

They bewitch to distract from the closing grip,

Of the ambition driven opportune lip.

And with every nuanced hint of hope he lent,

She returned to him. To his wishes, she bent.

A habit, an addiction, a Pavlovian response,

To seek his love at every possible chance.

Be not the fool she was, in falling for him,

His wiles, his snares, and his every whim.

Be not the hapless, and sorry creature in pain,

That gave up her soul yet again, and again.

Play instead, you should, his fickle heart,

And tear off the mask and the act apart.

Expose the guile and the rot within,

And clear her forever of her original sin.