Truest is the kin of man
To deceive all that he can
Thinking forever
whilst achieving, never
Alas, beauty beseeches thee
And Angel wings open free
To the bold, a wish is granted
To the old, an idea is flaunted
Never to be seen again
and sight, none attain
Blind as they may be
and an eye that counts for three
And so, after searching around
Not knowing what is to be found
Ideas is what they need
And sin is what they feed
For no clear reason
In form of treason
Whilst the king is betrayed
The knife cannot be delayed
Therefore all cards are laid
and an empty hand is played
Yet, you see a flush
closed eyes, lying a blush
You think you see deception...
But what you witness is perfection.
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A contest entry
- anything and everything, just entertain me by Luciferschild.
800 points, ended January 27, 124 entries
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thank you for entering but it seems this poem lacks alot of imagery, besides that it was good, thank you for entering and good luck
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