the
the
Your
reputation precedes you,
no importuning will bend you to me.
My aptitude,
my venom,
my gilded advent
is elementary to those sore eyes
What
scornful mechanism
absent of my plead
will deliver these toxins to your
noncompliant veins?
O, they are
stubborn
as ever.
and I thought I
was the unyielding
fox