to Rodrigo, the Greatest Pretender
He stands like a solid edifice
and walks with a herd of martyrs;
From his mouth sprung scentless flowers
of broken promises and prayers
Clothed in white and in innocence,
his eyes a pool of lust and fire;
Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –
Thou shan’t fall from thy fragile knees!
He lives in a golden mansion
and shakes thine hand in the street,
offers thou his cup of fortune,
drowns thou to thy eternal sleep;
Thou art lured by his gracious smile
nor the silver coins on his palm;
Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –
Thou shan’t long for his falsehood bliss!
He exudes pure magnificence
of beauty and perfect romance;
Thou hail him in thine dark altar
Through the hour of thy madness
Embrace his decorated life
A fool thou see in the mirror;
Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –
Thou shan’t wait for his deathly kiss!
He moves like a sculptured statue
but dances like a flower blown
Butterflies so tamed and deceived
of his poisonous nectar juice;
Ladies, thou shall not be swindled
for he hath a heart same with yours;
Oh! Beware. Pretender he is –
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