You are the quiet after a storm,
You are the devil dressed as a lord.
You are Deceitful in every form ,
Your glamour can’t be ignored.

You sweet talk me into your charm,
Helpless I am your little pawn.
Intentionally I brought upon me this harm,
I often wish I could be your swan.

You trick me into the web of lies you spin,
Moonstruck and infatuated, I Fawn over like a clown.
In cold blood I endlessly commit this sin,
Pursuing your heart that could be the diamond of my crown.

All this while knowing you are a figment of my imagination,
In a dream I once dreamt a cosmic creation.