Tormenting treachery unveils,
as I stumble upon the eye-hidden.
In the pale darkness of a concealing dawn
and as unexpecting scoundrels mind their buisness,
like the shadowed face of the moon
and its tender completing smile,
I am granted true sight to the value of my bond.
Regrets flow by my spyglass,
Scrupules of forfeited fortune,
a perforated flag now turned to white.
I surrendered to my own demise.
But you, headless harvester,
You are worth but the weight of your own lies,
Within which you hid malvolently
Lurking for the loot of longings.
Not me.
----
I figured since everyone was so into poetry, I wanted to see what I could do. Constructive criticism very welcome.
as I stumble upon the eye-hidden.
In the pale darkness of a concealing dawn
and as unexpecting scoundrels mind their buisness,
like the shadowed face of the moon
and its tender completing smile,
I am granted true sight to the value of my bond.
Regrets flow by my spyglass,
Scrupules of forfeited fortune,
a perforated flag now turned to white.
I surrendered to my own demise.
But you, headless harvester,
You are worth but the weight of your own lies,
Within which you hid malvolently
Lurking for the loot of longings.
Not me.
----
I figured since everyone was so into poetry, I wanted to see what I could do. Constructive criticism very welcome.
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