| march and phantom.

The Villain's Lair

He is the corpse
         of my existential avenue,
Creeping towards a clandestine affair.

                          I beseeched him to sanctify
                    my candid vigour

Beneath the chaste forest
         of a villain's lair.

I thirsted for his capricious will,
and hid under his arms.
And yet the devil had found me. . .
with her writhing snakes!
and with her fraudulent locks.