Scene Five: The Magician's Craft
The Trickster Dyer-Bolique (Valkyrie)
The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge,
Attended as my patient, faking closure,
Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see.
Scales fall from my eyes, blinded by vanity,
Arrogance's pride.
The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his pledge,
A mask of irony worn to our first supper,
Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see,
Yet guided my culinary feast, my plan anticipated.
Hubris's guide.
The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his turn,
Turning feigned paranoia into trust,
Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see.
Manipulated the hunt, but his cold heart chose me.
Desire's disdain.
The trickster Dyer-Bolique made his turn,
Fogging my mind with self-doubt and fear,
Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see.
Twisted my hand, forced the game to proceed yet still,
Chose me.
The trickster Dyer-Bolique won with prestige,
Embraced the test, for his friend he had no heed,
Allowed me to see what he wanted me to see.
Pushed my weakened limits, possession his intention,
Tricked me.
The trickster Dyer-Bolique won with prestige,
'In honor of a game won fairly and played well,
I surrender my life to my now captor's hands,
And only ask that the mercy in your heart does swell.'
A Morbid Misdirection.
The Naïve Valkyrie (Dyer-Bolique)
The Naïve Valkyrie, too confident in your haste,
Those who would be devoured by you, issued swift invite,
For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,
A repour in civility concealing a desire to deceive.
Pride's punishment,
Watch closely.
The Naïve Valkyrie, driven on by blood fueled salacity,
Preoccupation and control of those you ensnared,
For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,
Absorbed in your own hellish and brazen cravings.
Lust's lament,
Watch tentatively.
The Naïve Valkyrie, murderous movements filled by outrage,
An aspirant in righteousness and spirited vengeance,
For you saw what I allowed you to perceive,
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The Thorn and His Rose: An Immortalis Chapbook
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