a piece of a concept album as are all my other poems

I remember the day we first met
I put that poisoned chalice to my lips
with a smile I settled into a devotion
I can scarce describe
but I’ll do my best to show my side

I saw you at a ball of great promise
bedecked with silk and finest jewels
hair like fire
hazel eyes
I was entranced by this
seductress

blood red lips with their curious curve
I should have known I’d see my blood
as their newest veneer

nothing spoke of your lasciviousness
you seemed so pure so perfect
I couldn’t see beyond the mask
you presented to be your face

you professed to comprehend this
but in truth
you abandoned me in the time I needed you most
ignored my pain
focused on that urchin from the streets below
my single simple request you ignored

now you’re a black rose painted white in bloom
whilst blood runs from your craven petals to your depraved roots
I see the beauty you still hold to me
I am the villain you are the victim in this tale
but to those of great interest they will see
that every player lost this game