The Disguise

Foretold a grim despair,
thus each wanton tear,
falls with passion's flair,
and drifts beyond the glare.
For each light's a shining star,
that thrums through sight and sound,
creating a wave of wonder and awe,
and travels again, homeward bound.
As society begs of wrongs,
to this we mustn't dare to succumb,
as we ignore the greed in heightened song,
tempted by all with justice's feigned thrum.
The devil's mark lies in our eyes,
he waits, as human's will surely bleed,
crouched in his clever disguise,
like a demon, biding his time to feed. 

Reviews

[Wynter Ignatius]

With each breath we taste the falsehoods,
burned into every ashed ember stoked,
sheep lead of sweet melody by pied piper disguised,
to a bitter end at hand of justice's blind execution,
only in folly seeing ourselves the errand's fool,
where our passion waivers for most secure lies.

[Aramey]

I always love the play of words you come up with :)

[Wynter Ignatius]

inspiration seems to come easier around you my kindred.