Erogenous sycophant
Beguiler of blue sky conjuring
Swiftly stalk, unconquered fields
Blade unsheathed
take heed.
Eyes behold, mirror doth not
Realms in rose-coloured mist
Stand apace
Face to face
Venom concealed, beyond flash of white
Behold tarnished metal,
True knights never rust
As yellow blackens,
Cravings yearn
Clocks tick loudly drums.
The moons grin,
Empathy illumined
Loves allusion
Romantic as moonlit manipulation
Self-satisfied.
Illusion
Salt-water, the victor, yet again.
-J.G. Smith (06/28/05)
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