Pick one, my mother always told me.

But who can stop love when it tears you both ways?

I met a swan and a fox, one dainty and the other carefree.

Both bore their charm that held my wandering gaze.

The swan, a delicate beauty who shone with grace.

The fox, a fierce fire that could not be tamed.

Swan built a resounding bond that none could erase.

Fox's seduction left my heart needy and maimed.

My desire for both grew hungry with time

Until I was granted the gift of marriage's rite.

My mother's protests, was their love such a crime?

Like the sun and moon, I greedily fed off their light.

Their devotion and passion consumed my life,

Pouring every ounce of adoration in my soul.

I knew that one heart would be left beyond strife

To return a pure love that I wrongfully stole.

Beneath the moonlight, we met with a kiss

She smiled with such love, looking stunning as ever

But her eyes knew that something was amiss

I told my darling the truth, a farewell forever.

My tears never ceased watching as Swan shrunk,

Ripping the heart of my lost lady dove.

There, I let her go, back to her pond where she sunk.

Her cruel death tore me all in the name of love.

As I made my way home to my scarlet Fox,

The words buried themself in my head,

Haunting me like a predator stalks,

Swan's broken heart on her deathbed.

Tell me, when does a man become a monster?