An owl of fine repetition,
Coaxes me with ancient persuasion.
His allure of virtue, facile in nature,
Reaches the darkest corners of pure being.

The simple white noise masks my thoughts;
Screaming so loud
The euphoric sound cannot be fought.

The masses flow towards the falsity of ease,
But simple is a contradiction
And erudition blossoms from anomaly,
Which the white owl cannot see.

Imperceptible to those beguiled,
And deaf to the enthralling calls,
Seduction cannot overthrow me
And Temptation remains illusory.

I shy away from no fabricated Baphomet,
Facing desolation and veracity.
Exposing myself and my entity,    
My eyes cannot be shut.

Am I seduced by contumacious ignorance?