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.