Dawn the Stalker, Part 2

Presumably with the aid of God's glory She interwove several others' stories And painted him something he was not A monster she should give second thought And yet, she remained obsessed with her quarry She told his work that he was a liar And concluded it successfully drew their ire She said prophecy told her he'd lost his job And called his friends defending him a mob The situation became quite dire She said that he divorced his wife And upon notification, she'd threatened to take her own life But he remained happily married As Dawn was hunched and harried Consumed with the rewrite She said he was unfaithful That his children were quite ungrateful That he had converted to her faith And lied about it to save face And other things vile and hateful She decided (through prophecy, of course!) That the poems she read online had him as the source He was professing his love for her and his faith Disguised as a woman quite far away Being kept from talking to her by force After all, it couldn't possibly be the case That he found her hideous in mind and face That he was appreciated for what he was Had children and a wife that he loved And never once considered her faith And so Dawn spent her days A degenerate in malaise But her lies were not to be daunted And they had her, rather haunted Even more obsessed with his ways