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Svengali
Idyllic to the eye, which thought its harm was infinitesimal,
All but me gregarious as they revel under the sun,
Nature hardly reveals as she is led to be the sycophant,
Svengali is her name, she is the red herring.

Stoic from any death or life,
I vicariously watch as she destroys us once more,
Angst whilst she finagles along to the end,
Unable to have a Freudian slip or fiasco because of her dominance.

Fastidious to the crisis without ennui,
Her charisma and carte blanche meant there were no chances,
Capricious though and yet no one could see nature's brusque,
I showed my bravado and looked for the antidote.

Inchoate, and yet no person questions,
She is ubiquitous, no speech left unheard,
And one day when she speaks her final tirade,
All else will be left like dust on canny earth.