Analysis of I'll be Abel, You Be Cain

You believe yourself to be Snow White,
the purest of souls, pretty in pink -
but truly you're the devil's spawn,
the definition of a femme fatale.

O bloody Mary!
You did not lose your child,
but slaughtered mine!
You persecute my worship of that God.

O predatory being ---
if you truly loved him,
you would adore his wilderness.
His feral behaviour sets him apart.

You would rather kill him,
with your murderous embrace,
than let another touch him.
It is your obtuse greed that I fear.

Vicious Lilith, your deeds
reverberate through the past.
Destroyed of children, yes
but in seduction you failed.

I bet it shocked you
when he abstained,
Chthonic Whore.
You are no paragon.

Was he the first
to shun the insalubrious
invitation into your cave
of unimaginable horror?

Queen of the succubi,
diseased - unclean!
Your vulture-like siege failed,
so many sins woven in your brittle wings.

But scaly Judas,
did you not realise?
He will bear no saddle.
He won't be drawn into your web.

Sycophancy - the catalyst,
he recognises its transparency.
I should have sooner.
It was always blinding.

He sees your vivid repulsion.
It suits your bulbous face, the bald brow
and the eyes - one crimson, the other baby blue.
I know which of them is true.

Should I pity you chimera?
I too understand how he is quicksand.
Your malicious, undermining attacks
chased away any feeling.

Not so long ago,
I'd have held my hand out to you,
allowed you to pull yourself out
but alas, no more.

Memories of prior evils crept back,
they scream to me,
even now - beware,
beware of her!

If it were me, you'd cackle.
I do not relish your hellish shrieks
but I will not prevent them.
You brought this upon yourself.

Now, his eyes are using their cyanide.
They kill you - frothing and fitting.
You deserve this death,
appropriate for a Fascist bitch.

O thing, you convulse before me,
an obese shuddering rat.