Corrupt Temptation

I heard stories of your love.
Your sublime words ushered
the horizon at dusk.
The reverberation in mens' hearts
was a cunning act of mischievous display.
The spring jasmine smell
was poison to my soul.
You thrive in the abysmal gardens of hell.
You are sin disguised as love.
Feasting from the fruit of your garden
was my demise.
Now I'm condemned and frail;
I forever mourn your love.

Corrupt Temptation [2018]