Hollow Seductions

I am many things and I am nothing
It's to whom I am compared
These things that I have gained in life
Became because I dared

Amongst the hollow seductions
Innuendo drove the plot
Whispered between the lines
Staring down the gun that shot

I caught you in a spiders web
A trap without a snare
All I did was put it up
T'was folly that led you there

The last words spoke a guise
In fullest pantomime
Braced to bear this task
And its aftermath sublime

By Pete Scopes