Who is that goblin before you,
who's stolen the smile from your face,
whose words chatter sweetly as birdsong,
yet who acts with such utter disgrace?

Who is that imp that would help you,
yet who takes from you more than he gives,
whose self-denied doubts make you wonder,
if there's a man here to forgive?

Who is that creature of darkness,
who in his desire to aid,
betrayed tender trust you had risked,
re-investing in his masquerade?

Why should this troll enjoy further,
the shine in your eyes when you smile,
if every time that he trips over,
he pulls you back more than a mile?

What matter the vehement promises,
of a beast so black-hearted as this,
whose morals are self-contradicting,
whose apologies seem full of piss?

Who is that fiend lying fearful,
in bed staring up at the skies,
who asks himself why and a-wherefore,
with sorrowful tears in his eyes?