Fine dine and wine


Fine dine and wine,
skyline and stars that shine,
divine and malign entwined,
I was on cloud nine!

Fine dine and wine,
the days were refined,
everything felt enshrined,
the world was made mine!

Fine dine and wine,
mendacity then crossed its bottom line,
I could see the thinning blue line,
finally I was at mercy of thine!

Fine dine and wine,
good and evil are always together defined,
be it Satan's enchantment of the divine,
or Iago's entrapment of the benign!

Fine dine and wine,
realizing with a loud whine,
that we are all casting pearls before swine,
and trapped in some sacrosanct design!

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