Wisps of blond hair,
his entrance a spark of heat-
he twists the tapestry of those in his path.
A Machiavellian nature creates hallucinations,
self-assurance rises-
a myth is born.
Stamps of suppressed fury,
eyes corrupting initially insignificant scenes.
She walks to him,
each step exiles her further-
she kisses his deadly lips,
the poisonous pact is complete.
He is her owner;
the slave master of her emotions.
With a temporary loosened lead she flies,
a glimmer of her previous sparkle is seen.
A past acquaintance smiles-
but jerked into place by the faux altruistic character, she reflects distaste;
the broken mirror in the funhouse.
Negativity is a virus, fed by the suspicious minds.
The sugary pestilence
seeps into her mind, the puppet master-
creator of malicious havoc gleefully gloats.
Sought after for motiveless destruction,
he charms those he needs.
He is Iago.
© Heather R Ellis
March 2010