Fallen angel's poem is only a few lines long, but it carries a sharp sense of betrayal. The speaker addresses someone directly as "the trojan horse": a person who seemed harmless, maybe even welcome, but turned out to be something else entirely. Like the wooden horse of the old story, this person got close by looking like a gift, and then took "everything" without the speaker noticing.
The detail that stings most is "without me knowing." The speaker isn't only angry about the loss; they're hurt by their own blindness. The final word, "~greed," sits off to the side like a signature or a verdict. It names the motive coldly, as if the speaker has finally worked out why it happened. The mood is quiet, bitter and a little stunned. There's no shouting, just short, flat lines that feel like someone going over what happened and realizing too late how much was taken.