In the shadows, where darkness thrives, A twisted devotion cunningly contrives. A manipulative dance of false affection, A masquerade of love's cruel deception. They offer devotion, like a radiant light, Their words enchanting, their gestures bright. With honeyed promises and fervent desire, They stoke the flames of an inner fire. But beware the depths of their twisted devotion, For it's built on lies and hidden emotion. They feign a love so pure, so deep, Yet their intentions are far from what they keep. They pull you close with tender embrace, Whispering sweet nothings, weaving their space. But their devotion is a web of control, Designed to bind and take a toll. In moments of affection, they hold you tight, But darkness lurks beneath their gleaming light. They manipulate emotions, your heart they seize, As you yearn for their love, longing to appease. Yet their devotion is a poisoned fruit, A facade that hides their deceptive pursuit. They wield it as a weapon, a cunning guise, To keep you captive, under their lies.
Cunning
Isopraxism
23/7/16
In a realm where knowledge weaves its threads, Instructor Lumen to Vunar Lexos gently treads, Teaching the art of manipulation's finesse, A subtle dance where truth may acquiesce. A whisper shared, a secret to unveil, To make others divulge, their words prevail, With isopraxism's cunning guise, Inquirer's guise, truth shall arise. "If you want to know secrets concealed, Listen closely, let your senses yield, Repeat their words with inquisitive grace, Inquire anew, in this art embrace." For in the echo of a sentence rephrased, Like a question's allure, subtly raised, The listener unknowingly reveals, Information concealed, like secrets unsealed. Through linguistic dance, minds intertwine, As Lumen's wisdom unravels the design, Isopraxism, the unspoken key, Unveils the truth, sets the deceiver free. So let us learn, in this intriguing sphere, To manipulate gently, without undue fear, For knowledge and power entwined in art, Can shape a destiny, in every heart.
The Wicked Weave: A Coven’s Cunning
23/7/8
In shadows' cloak, where secrets dwell, Whispers weave their intricate spell. A guiding hand with cunning art, To bend the will, to play its part. Behold the art of Odessa Fade, A mastermind in masquerade, She wields her power, sly and keen, With choices twain, a wicked scheme. "If you desire control," she said, "Two choices, stark, shall lie ahead. One, a path that's filled with fear, The other, draped in allure, so clear." The first, a specter, daunting, grim, A choice that's fraught with terror's whim. A haunting choice, where shadows loom, A path that leads to certain doom. The second choice, a sweet charade, A tempting offer, cunningly made. A silver platter, seemingly blessed, The path of comfort, the very best. For many souls, enticed and swayed, By options deftly Odessa laid, They choose the mask of lesser pain, To quell their doubts, their thoughts restrain. In haste, they rush, their minds confined, Seeking solace, the easy find. A feeble shield, their doubts to quell, Under Odessa's beguiling spell. So heed this caution, gentle heart, When faced with choices, set apart, Beware the charms, the false embrace, And see beyond her treacherous face. For in the realms where freedom gleams, We must unveil these wicked schemes. To think, to ponder, to break the mold, And forge our paths, both brave and bold.