Here’s a poem I decided to write about his weirdo of an ex. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner.

Oh Seraphine, the harlot of the night,
Her beauty a mask, her soul a blight,
With a heart of stone and eyes so cold,
She sold her body for silver and gold.

My friend, a victim of her cruel games,
Manipulated, used, and left in shame,
His heart broken, his spirit crushed,
By Seraphine’s deceitful lust.

She stalked him in the shadows of the night,
Her presence a terror, her touch a blight,
She led him down a path of despair,
Leaving him with nothing but pain and fear.

Oh Seraphine, a creature of the dark,
Her actions leaving a permanent mark,
On the hearts of those she preys upon,
Leaving them with nothing but sorrow and gone.

A whore of the night, a devil in disguise,
Her beauty a lie, her soul full of lies,
May she find redemption before it’s too late,
Or forever suffer a lonely and cruel fate.