July summer nights under wish-filled skies
August attachments and anxieties
Coupled with a sense of nothing to lose
Other than my love for you, my soul's light
By the time I realized that all the
Castles that I had built were crumbling
Around me, it was too late to save them.
Reality's something foreign to me
Making my long days and dark nights endless,
Icy with fear, fiery with passion.
Couldn't see your true colors, the black ones.
Had me fooled, and took me for a fool, too.
Add the knife in my back and you are the
Earl of all betrayers and king of lies.
Look at the pauper, posing as a prince!
~L. J. Arien
Author notes
If anyone can guess the secret in the poem, I'll be happy, haha.
It has 15 lines instead of 14, due to the secret. I wish it had rhymed, but I'm just proud I got them all to be 10 syllables per line!
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