Eyes flare with a welcoming trust me smile
warmly greeting the heart,
no fear or hate sensed
to warn the gaze belongs to a monster.
Slowly, the tongue tethered to the orbs
wraps itself around unsuspecting minds,
a mask bearing love's false make up
seen as a harmless look, inviting and compassionate.
But in the blink
missed between the lies,
there flares a different type of gaze,
razor edged thoughts
wait like a tiger in the bushes
for a chance to attack their prey.
In the innocence illusion prevailing
no warning stirs,
about the real murderous rage
hidden in orbs telling their feigned fairy tales.
So bent and evil are the intentions
left till the last minute to reveal,
when at last the wickedness
turns flowery, adoring stares
into an assassin's darkest glares.
Author notes
For metaphor, if looks could kill
Hope this works for the contest. It is the idea that the hate in the look that might kill sometimes is hidden first. Only when it is too late does one necessarily discover the truth.
A contest entry
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425 points, ended April 15, 2007, 13 entries
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