Vicissitude.

Try as I might to imitate,
Forget the night I venerate -
Still, I am caught in the web I've sewn,
Callously, I stand alone.
Who could have seen this twist of fate?

There's nothing left to celebrate.
No virgin left to desecrate.
Sins for which I cannot atone...
Try as I might.

I, who the dusk does saturate
Am done taking the hook for bait.
I'll sit here, to you - unbeknown.
I'll sit - bitter - upon my throne.
It's you I cannot captivate...
Try as I might.

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