A Lout's Breakup Prose. Poem by Ofentse Mercy Hajane (The Dark So'tho Seer)

Rejoice no more ye daughter of jezebel,
for thy days with me cometh to an end,
and behold I find no more pleasure in thee.
For thy lustful days with me, they draweth to a bitter end,
Lo, I discerneth no delight in thee henceforth,
For thou art a vessel devoid of respite and redeeming grace.

Thy charms have waned like a fading star,
Thy allure once enticing, now a veil of sorrow draped upon thee.
Thine heart, a wellspring of darkness and deceit,
Hath woven a web of wickedness, ensnaring all who dared draw near.

Thine actions, a tapestry of treachery,
Betrayal upon betrayal, staining the fabric of trust.
As the serpent beguiled Eve in the garden of old,
So hast thou beguiled my trust and affection.

Yet, in this parting hour, a mournful lamentation fills the air,
For I once saw potential within thee, a glimmer of hope.
But thy heart, hardened like Pharaoh's, resisted all attempts at redemption.

And now, as shadows lengthen and the hourglass empties its last grains,
Thou standest alone, abandoned by virtue, forsaken by grace.
No tears of remorse dost thou shed, for thy conscience hath grown callous,
A heart of stone in a world yearning for mercy and compassion.

May thy path henceforth be thy burden to bear,
A weight heavy with remorse and regret,
As thou wanderest in desolation, seeking solace where none shall be found.

Farewell, ye daughter of Jezebel,
Thy days with me are ended, and thy name shall be a whisper of shame.

O.M Hajane