Cupid’s Sorrow of Steel

Sad and carved in stones

Yet inflicting pain to bones;

A clan of blind “love” deities

In a precarious position, moan.

Lure to a land so bright;

Create a creature of spite.

Greed, lust, ego run high,

In a flailing body, a kite.

Many promises are clenched

And all secrets are etched

With a sense of security

In a pompous location: a stretch.

Feel love struck yet sick:

A victim to a mischievous trick

Run by the Disappointed

Aiming for hungry bricks.