Ignoble Scoundrel


Her actions are like
those of a scoundrel
you and I could
never hate.
Love stands 
over her temple
like a warlord
with no malice.

Her words can cut
deeper than the barbs
of ten politicians
with Pontius Pilate.
Her gaze inspires,
deep into the night,
unlike chaos 
with no madness.

She loves to play
awful mind games
just as much as 
she likes to tease
but above all else,
truth adorns her
noble highness 
with thick thorns,
and subtle litotes.