A Prose Quatrain
I’ve played against to the games vivid churn,
Delved anew to most welcomed yearns.
Tidal pulls to glittery venues, ever return,
Wearing dangling allures forestall the spurn.
Enticed desires with unforgivable stern,
Never a thought to thy lessons learn.
So Bowed once more to the fiery burn,
Only to fall again, into a most wicked turn!
A Most Wicked Turn