(This was written for a lesson on personification in Poe 101. Forgive my twisted view.)



Twofold, I am
My manipulative ways, a design most brilliant
One day I really should thank my creators
Because look at me now
Reigning for well over a century
His eternal ecstasy, her ceaseless misery
With my strong steel
Famous even
Thanks to some close friends

And it doesn’t really matter if I am shiny new
Or dull and pointless
The effect seems to stay the same
In certain circles, anyway

Perfected, to do good
Which I have, anyone can see that, can’t they
I have gotten less painful, well aside from those pesky marks I might leave behind
But then who could really fault me for being who I am

My charm so alluring
Deceitfulness, subtle at first
Often dismissed
A mistake made in the most cleverest of ways

It was never my place to fixate on the why’s
Her falling to her knees, to pray, yet again
Him falling for the last time, foaming mouth, revealing me

But I do have a way of putting victim in perspective
A way of stealing time and destroying minds
Drawing the blood out of each heart that gets to close, one cc at a time

Thriving in the control, the power so easily given up...
Especially from those who’ve never met me personally
Maybe they’re missing the point, yet

Surely they aren’t any smarter than
So evident by what I made them, as well