Poison, Poison

He is a sly black fox.

Lures one Alice at a time.

Invites them for tea,

Comforts them in time of need.

His words are poison, poison.

A rose for her,

She is unaware.

Sip by sip she drinks her death.

She is blind to his intentions.

His appearance is poison, poison.

Beautiful treats,

“just for you!”

He is luring you into his false garden.

Foolish little Alice.

His fake act is poison, poison.

He slips some lies into her tea.

Feeling drowsy yet?

She drops her cup and falls off her chair,

Her clear world becomes blurry.

You have just finished his poison, poison.

Things become black,

You see his true shade.

He reveals a sliver dagger,

She realizes he has her heart.

            Poison, Poison.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Chellie]

It reads very well and has a nice flow. I enjoyed reading it out loud. It gave it an even darker aura. A great write.

[Lalli]

Exceptional write!
Endless creativity, which allowed for it to be a captivating read. As well as a great flow. Great imagery, story telling.. and truth.

This metaphor is a highly identifiable situation and I enjoyed it much. thank you
much love n' respect

-Lalli

[Eagle Cruagh]

Yes, this is sensational .
You describe many men of w/c.
just kidding. There may be a few.
Very well constructed and sound
philosophically . Brillliant
----- John