He

Insidious master of treachery, that magician.
Casts a million spells of debauchery.
I plunge into depths of dark despair
soar into realms of ecstasy.

He is my home of concrete walls
and a thousand windows with curtains drawn.
He is my cache of sultry nights,
Sea-side breeze and faraway dreams.
Trapped within his labyrinthine ways,
I count the hours to my escape.

Insidious speaker of falsities
Casts a million spells of promiscuity.
I fall upon and fall inside,
the ground that lays beneath his feet.