He fell for her the moment he laid eyes on her, he knew she was his possession
While she was paddling at the bottom of the abyss,
He always desired damsels lost in the chasms.
He didn't actually fall for her,
He only deceived and imitated the illusion of himself falling,
So that she would follow his suit, manipulating her into love.
This is a persona that he developed long ago, a mask of pretense.
He formulated the personality he know she desired.
She examined him very shallowly, very stupidly, to trusting
He enhanced and revised his character in his experienced skill of self-righteous performing arts, live action role play.
He refined the proficiency for manipulation and inducing passion.
She didn't understand until her whole life relied upon him,
Her entire life is in his hands.
He's the presumptuous one, bold
Truly cruel, sometimes charismatic, socially pleasant, intimately cold, stiff...
He's so fierce, arrogant, and pompous but He has the most alluring and intriguing performance, enactment
He's seemingly coy, charitable, and empathic but it's just a brilliant mind exploiting his role, a beautiful mind he has.
His kindness is approved by all those to who he entraps,
He makes sure His generosity and kindness are realized, he pushes his good deeds into the faces of all so not a word will be spoken ill of him.

He's charismatic, kind, funny, and oh-so intelligent,
Evil is so very wise and cunning.
He perfected the mask, the cloak, hingeing on who is around.
He understands what he is doing &
He's so good at it.
They are all fooled, tricked, & duped
Except for her, she's numb,
Knowing if she dare say a word,
she will become the target, she will suffer.
So go along for the ride,
or else relinquish it all.
Put on a smile and play the game.
It's a tournament for my life, my sanity...
© CamilleRusso