Treachery met its reckoning

Steps mine odysseus, that unveil nothing of thy scheme
Cloaked in velvet smooth distractions thou wallowst in innocence
Thy glibly tongue curls with motions as waves of the sea
Demosthenes of this era ,convey to mine
thy daunting plot

These hāzy mists of Avalon, hide thine every step.
Thy veiled approach, as sudden, as brilliant
Thy spoken word struck like an "Ictus fatalis cordius".
A serpent's baneful bite, delivered with awesome precision

Its touch, pure as crystalline spring water, yet sharp as fate’s unyielding edge,
delivered most cunningly a mortal wound
Defeat portrayed upon his fiends countenance
With a solemn bow, he turned and vanished dispirited