Snake.

Your lies were like wine, which blurred the lines of my reality  As I drank thirstily of you, I failed to see my city under siege.  Too intoxicated to retaliate and too enamoured to care, I became a ghost of a king, a mere shadow as I was hardly there.  Sobriety, though seductive, would have eliminated you.  So destructive of me to keep drinking when that was the last thing I should do.  Abandoned my awareness, replacing it with false comforts in the dark.  You were the only archer whose arrows would always hit my awkward heart.  Deserted by my disciples, autumn's leaves left the coldest winter when they died.  My screams could no longer be stifled, finally regained the strength to be immune to all of your lies.  New conscious eyes allowed me to see you for the first time.  You cowered in the corner pleading for another chance as you pressured me to drink until I was once again entranced.  That was the day your appeal melted away, stripped of your schemed, you were hardly the dream I had mistaken you for.  Awake, I reflect on how I remained numb and unaware as I sat naively wide eyed and how I was silly enough to trust a snake, assuming that one could ever play fair.  I called it love, confused though you had been devouring me alive right from the start, devoid of me, now we will see how you will ever survive without my blood pumping into your heart.