Distilled Moments: Simulacrum Scroll

Finessed beyond a measure too unreal,
A trite expression makes the lie congeal.
Coquettish girls enswathed akin to sprites,
Entranced by praise and yet compelled to spite.
Between a minute’s passing, love is born
On promised flights of fancy; a ruse for scorn.
Of fates entwined, of hearts in sync as one;
Kathump! Kathump! And soon it’s all but done.